A chilly autumn breeze drifted through the air, the colors of the setting sun gradually swallowed by dull clouds, coating the world in shades of dark gray and black.
The dense forest was shrouded with an eerie, dim atmosphere, the scant light growing increasingly incapable of dispelling the thickening shadows surrounding it.
The breaths of the Goddess of Destruction were quick and low as she stumbled through the woods.
By now, the cooldown of the [Forced Dissipation] was over, and she managed to remove all status effects inflicted upon herself.
Her throat no longer ached like it was being scraped by a knife, and all the various types of imposed reductions in healing and blood loss states were also lifted.
Her footsteps continuously pressed on the squishy soil below, damp and cold.
