Even though the living conditions on the eastern side of the Forbidden Forest were quite enchanting with all that Aryan saw, all of this beauty did not necessarily make the young man complacent.
Aryan is always wary, behind beauty usually hides things that can hurt you. A beautiful rose always has thorns on its stem.
The young man continued to walk, entering the forest on the east side deeper. The further he walked, the more diverse the plants he saw capable of emitting light, not only mushrooms and fungus.
Also, admiration was evident on the young man's face as he stepped among the short grass on the ground. Every time he stepped on it, the grass gave off a greenish glow, as if printing the shape of the young man's footprints there.
Gradually the young man heard a sound like humming from several mouths like some people mumbling and it sounded quite melodious.
"Who's singing?" Aryan muttered to himself.
