Quickly, he cut the wood up and threw it into his inventory. Immediately after, he bounced to the next tree. It was quite a distance away. Dasha didn't care, his four fingers charging for a clean slice.
THUMP!
The second supersized tree fell. Upon crashing, the mist shifted ever so slightly. He squinted. He replayed his memories. The mist shifted. Ever so subtly, ever so little, but it shifted.
'Why? Why would that be the case? Bombs don't work. The Will-o-wisps very lightly pushed the mist too. So why the redhiod trees as well? Unless…ah. The redwood trees power the mist. They possess immense durability and are dispersed far enough so that no player could possibly destroy them all.'
