The half-naked girl lay sprawled on the grass, her expression innocent and fragile, her skin pale and faintly glowing. Just a few feet away from her, a dense thicket of enchanting vines twisted and tangled, their roots indiscernible, their tops invisible. Large crimson flowers hung from the branches, emitting a sickly sweet fragrance.
Douglas swung his sword as if to cleave through the ambiguous hues of this painting.
"I cannot come over, Miss White, please try to stand up. Leave this entangled vine."
Before venturing into the dense forest, Douglas had taken a mental suppressant to ensure he wouldn't easily succumb to the effects of the entangled vine. However, the pollen from this plant was too potent. So far, the Eastern Holy Land hadn't developed a perfect antidote, instead refining its components to create recreational drugs to aid those lacking in bedroom prowess.
