The aftermath of the havoc wrought by the trio is chilling. The forest bears the scars of their passage—charred trees, fallen giants, and the remnants of cryptids scattered like macabre ornaments. It's a canvas of destruction painted by the three girls who seem unfazed by the trail of chaos they've left behind. As I approach, the forest gradually thins, giving way to a less dense landscape.
The three figures stand at the edge of the clearing, their eyes fixed on something in the distance. I'm about 200 meters away, steadily closing the gap between us. The forest echoes with the wet crunch of broken leaves and bodies, an unsettling symphony that sends shivers down my spine.
