The air around Alex felt heavier as he reached the center of the Queen's domain. The atmosphere shifted; it was as if the forest itself was holding its breath.
At the heart of the clearing, he saw it—a massive cocoon-like structure, pulsating faintly with life. Its surface was smooth and glistening, a strange blend of green and vibrant floral hues, giving the appearance of a dormant flower.
Alex adjusted his black robes, which draped loosely over his hunter-trainee outfit. His hand tightened around the hilt of his black shortsword as he approached. His gaze lingered on the cocoon for a moment before he let out a steady breath.
"No turning back now," he muttered his previous line again.
Without hesitation, he slashed at the cocoon's outer layer. The blade struck but barely left a mark, the surface rippling slightly in response.
His brows furrowed.
'No reaction, huh.'
