The dense forest stretched endlessly, as if an unforgiving maze of towering trees and looming shadows.
Jack and Isaiah pressed on, the faint glow of their combined auras—one of golden light and the other of chaotic fire and darkness—cutting through the eerie gloom.
The ground beneath their feet was uneven, littered with roots and debris from centuries of decay.
The oppressive atmosphere was alive with the distant cries of beasts, promising more trials ahead.
"This place really knows how to set the mood," Jack muttered, his sword resting on his shoulder, the flames coating it flickering softly. Jack no matter how much he experienced this life as an reincarnated soul, he couldn't get tired of it.
Everything felt fun to him.
Isaiah gave a quiet chuckle, his lightning crackling faintly in response. "You should be happy. The more dangerous it is, the more fun you seem to have."
Jack grinned. "You know me too well, angel-boy."
