After I broke through the wall of solid bricks, I felt like I had gone to a different place. When I got there, I saw a beautiful forest that was emerald green with spots of almond brown. I am able to make out the rustling of the grasses and the crackling of the leaves beneath me. It smelled musty and stale at the same time. Broken branches that had been lying on the forest floor for a long time and allowed to decompose peacefully were what gave off the smell of decaying wood.
So, this is Mors.
I heard snorting coming from behind a thick covering of fluffy moss, and then I saw a boar feeding. There were tiny rats running around in the moss, searching for food in between the bristly strands.
Somewhere very close to the ideal state As I stepped into the newly discovered forest, that was the only thing I could think of to say. This had me in utter thrall the entire time. In this thicket, the trees have taken on the role of strongholds. The air is thick with a variety of aromas, some of which include those of wild berries, garlic, almonds, and mushrooms. I feel comfortable establishing my roots here and making it my permanent abode. My best chance of surviving lay with those other folks, but I got afraid.
As fascinating as I find this forest to be, I'm afraid I'll have to depart from here sooner rather than later. I know the real reason why people come here, even though the natural beauty of this forest is just a teaser for it. That was the outcome that will almost certainly take place.
As a consequence of the brief schooling I received at House Calore, I am able to recognize both the Septen camp to the north and the Meridio camp to the south as soon as I enter Fen. I made my way back into the peaceful woods.
The smoke from the burnt oak and pine twigs has made its way all the way over to where I am. I could see the smoke billowing from the engine's ignition as I stood some distance away. Whatever it was, they got here before me and beat me to the punch.
I saw a significant improvement in both my hearing and my sense of smell, and I also gradually got more in control of every activity that I carried out. A hunter who is cautious cannot be apprehended. similar to the phrase that my father quotes each time we go out hunting.
As I approach the fireplace, I find myself gasping for breath. That's not more than a few feet away from the path I was just walking down. I finally located the enormous tower after what seemed like an eternity of searching. On top of the structure is what appears to be a single brilliant rock, which could be a very large blue crystal.
The presence of a blue crystal at the base of the towers was a complete sign that I was in Meridio's camp. I heard Killan say, "The southern portion," in my head.
I took a deep breath and worked up the nerve to investigate more. I was hidden in some tall ferns, and the base was only a few meters away. A circular stand on which rested the primary crystal of which Killan had spoken. At its core is a teardrop-shaped blue crystal measuring a few inches in length.
"Meridio's tear." Again, I heard Killan's voice in my head. Whenever I looked, I made sure it was safe. A rising altar, seemingly protected by a green force field, could be seen just a few meters from Meridio's rip. Perhaps this is the healing base to which Killan refers when he talks about where warriors and champions go when they are injured.
I spent some time looking at Meridio's tear and the base, and I became aware of a presence coming from the right. According to the urban legend, it all started in a tower that was home to a huge blue crystal.
Picture an elf with a potbelly, a mustache, and a beard that reach all the way down to his chest. The jeans he was wearing were on the verge of being too tiny for him. The trim on the vest is gold and green, and the body is chocolate. This automobile is capable of transporting a massive wine barrel.
It was positioned next to the water feature, which was the location where Meridio had shed a tear. As he drank from the barrel he was holding, he consumed so much wine that he was almost completely doused in it. At some point, a creature that didn't appear to be native to Springgan came after us and tried to kill us. It was a monstrous creature with one eye that had a layer of dirty white fabric covering its entire body as well as its face. That makes me think of a small elf mummy that was discovered in ancient times. It has green skin, and each hand has four enormous fingers. Its skin is green.
He is known as Pranaiahn. It just hit me at that very moment. The fact that Pranaiah citizens are present in the arena, however, raises the question of why they are here in the first place. Doesn't this just apply to people who were born and raised in Springgan? Do you believe it's possible for people from countries that are geographically close to this one to be present in this particular field? What would you do if, all of a sudden, there were people from Alexandria and Cairo over there? Such communities are too robust, and I have very little chance of prevailing against them.
I had to give it some thought before deciding whether or not I should approach the two newcomers right away. I hid my position behind some bushes. The region has an aroma that is reminiscent of fresh fern growth as well as the fungi that have evolved there, some of which are extremely dangerous.
After that, I strained to keep my eyes closed. As I think about what to do first once I get to both sites, my thoughts race through the various possibilities. I brought my hands together in a reflective manner. In the event that this is the case, I plan to put all of my trust in myself and work hard to see this fight through, no matter what challenges are thrown my way in this arena.
I was ready to approach the two to introduce myself when I felt movements behind me. That movement behind me was lighter and more cautious than an ordinary elf's. Perhaps a talented champion?
I sense it. It barely came to a stop. I'm not carrying a firearm. I pondered my initial course of action.
I had no weapons and was unarmed, so I had to avoid any attacks this elf could have planned. In order to move more quickly, I leaned forward and pulled my weight up against my ribcage. I swung around and started looking for the intrusion right away.
As I turned rapidly, I noted the incredible speed of the man with gray eyes and long blue hair knotted back. The man was dressed in long, tie-waisted gray pants that reached roughly the ankles. They appear to be close to Killan's grace yet have three times the violence and hardness of the prince.
As we drifted in the air, the man who resembled a samurai's eyes narrowed. He immediately draws the blade to slash me, as I am distracted from his movements by a silver flash. I ducked the assault, but the movement was so quick that I had no idea where to land.
I trembled from top to bottom. He only made a brief horizontal slash, giving me an opportunity to avoid it. I could descend my body as rapidly as I could to the earth and collect a troop of mushrooms from beneath the fronds.
I dropped to the floor. The cranky man raised an eyebrow at me before jumping up once more. It practically blocked the brightness of three notes in the sky. I had the opportunity to dig up the dangerous mushrooms at that time.
I managed to take six. He can put one in his mouth and be poisoned with just a precise toss. I've done this on a wild boar before. I wish I could do it now!
I rolled away as the man's sword fell. When I had the opportunity, I threw the freshly cut fern leaves in his direction. a method of diversion. I was in love with the man's face when his way was blocked, and I immediately hurled the poison mushrooms I was holding in my other palm.
He did not anticipate that. When a grain of mushroom struck his red mouth, he attempted to flee but it was too late.
I wriggled out of the way where it would land. But before I could flee, I felt as though a sharp blow had been delivered to my back.
He struck me.
I gave him poison.
"Conflict! Conflict!" cried Pranaiah, a little voice. His large eyes in the middle of his face blinked.
As I tried to stand up, I winced and felt excruciating agony in my back. I could feel warm liquid draining from the wound. The wound had to be quite deep.
The man took his time walking. He walked past me and dashed to the healing altar, hiding behind Meridio's tear.
"Conflict! Conflict!" the one-eyed thing exclaimed, as if unsure whether to take care of me or the man with the long hair first.
His huge eyes were fixed on me. A sphere of green light surrounded him instantly. The bandage that was covering his left palm suddenly grew in length, which caught me off guard. It drifted over my head and ensnared me in its foul fabric until I could not breathe.
My reaction to it was paralysis, so I couldn't just kick back and rest. Soon, all I could see was the suffocating material that was covering my entire body. I felt like I was floating. It seemed to me that the fabrics were conscious beings.
Suddenly, I felt as though I had been flung into the air, and the flying sensation had stopped. The green force field and the hard concrete beneath me were revealed when the cloth was removed.
The man I was facing, who had been at the healing base for some time, looked at me with startled eyes. What came next was completely out of the blue for me.
Oh, how I'd hate to flop down on its naked body!
I made an effort to get away from him. It's too bad for both of us, considering we appeared to be making the same journey.
The slight cussing sound emanating from his lips did not escape my attention. I closed my eyes and covered my face with my left arm as soon as I realized I was going to become a part of his body.
A few while later, I went down on the bare, sweaty chest of a man. With the force of my descent into him, I could hear a muffled and trembling moan from him.
A manly aroma wafted across my nose. His soft, warm lips touched mine. The muscles in his chest went up and down. His rounded body against mine. Forgive my tardiness. What the heck happened? I don't know how I got to be so clumsy. Or maybe I'm just numb because of how I'm feeling right now.
"Get off me." The man said quietly. I didn't hear any annoyance or resentment in his voice. He's just bored with this.
I made some attempts to move away from it. But the power of the healing essence in the healing altar had rendered my entire body numb. I couldn't get off of him, not even when the man tried. Surely he shares my sentiments.
Both of us have lost any feeling.
Immobile.
Imprisoned in one another's flesh.
"Wow. Someone is going to have a baby in the arena." A deep yet cheerful voice spoke forward. In the distance, I could see the bulk of the man's body carrying a large container of wine. It had to be him.
"Harmony. Love. Excitement." Pranaiah informed me about the creature's actions. When I left the healing altar, this mole was waiting for me. I'd scoop out his eye!
"Bonbon, it's a good thing you thought of dumping the newbie over that haughty Kenru. At the very least, we now have something to look forward to. It would take three hours for them to fully recover."
"Three hours of thrills. Sir Borracho, you should be excited. Kenru and Idrish spent three hours with me." Bonbon, the profane one-eyed demon, laughed.
I was cursed in the morning. I spent three hours on this grumpy samurai's body?
What if Killan was able to see it? But, when was I ever worried about what the prince would say or think? When was this?