Raven and Persha crushed the enemies along the twisting path, but the further they travelled, the more infectious and thick the smog from the decaying plants covered in the black ooze.
Even Raven began to feel his chest tighten, and his combat abilities seemed to have dropped by roughly twenty per cent. He wanted to ask Persha what they would find in this dreadful forest of death.
Because that's what he felt coming into contact with these monsters and the flora... They had long died, only forced to keep moving, keep breathing like a sick child in an ICU using an incubator, forced to keep fighting a battle they lost years ago.
'Maybe Nene and Emily, with their powers, could these sad forests ever become lively again? Or would the darkness linger even in the smallest corners if I don't destroy it?'
