The path underfoot was muddy and strewn with rotting branches and leaves, giving a spongy feeling with each step, unlike the firmness of solid ground.
The farther they walked down the small path, the more luxuriant the surrounding vegetation became.
Many times, Kamiya had to lower his head to avoid the wildly growing branches around him.
It was the wee hours of the morning, and it was somewhat cold in the mountain forest. The dense canopy above blocked out the moonlight, and the surroundings were eerily quiet, without the sound of a single insect or bird, creating an atmosphere that was both gloomy and weird.
Normally, Kamiya, having seen even more horrifying and bizarre scenes in Strange Tale World, continued with a steady and normal pace, holding a flashlight in one hand and a smartphone with its light on in the other, calmly leading the way.
