Knight Mayril swiftly swung her crude sword, dissecting the root in two.
Several more roots shot out, but with the forces of the Bastion of the Wailing Gnarled—fewer than a hundred nymphs—the roots were swiftly cut apart, allowing them to continue advancing undeterred.
Orion was surprised by the attacks, wondering why they were happening in the first place. This was, after all, the nymphs' home, and many tree nymphs were among the forces present. He couldn't understand why they couldn't just control the trees, preventing them from attacking until they arrived at their destination.
Could it be that these trees were indeed as unique as he had imagined?
Orion pondered this.
Fifi had come to the same conclusion.
Not only had she worked in the Village before the inception of Paradise, but she also had tree nymph sisters and a stepdaughter she had taken in as her own. It would be strange if she hadn't thought the same.
