After jumping down from the bamboo-constructed camp, when I turned back, the brightly lit camp had disappeared into the night, plunging the bamboo forest suddenly into darkness. Under the night sky, the bamboo forest was silent and eerie, with the faint sound of insects occasionally audible from afar. The tall bamboos were elongated by the cool moonlight, casting several strange shadows on the ground. In the breeze high above, the twisted dark shapes slightly swayed, intertwining with each other, forming patterns that set the imagination racing with fear and awe.
The Forest of Death was dangerous, and in the darkness, it was even more treacherous. However, for Flare and Pannis, who were skilled in wilderness survival, night was seemingly no different from day. They walked side by side through the bamboo forest, with the darkness barely affecting them at all.
