It took well over a day of dashing and slashing in order to destroy every single tree in the region. Dasha counted up to eight-thousand seven-hundred and eighty-two redwood trees and two-hundred Will-o'-wisps. The sheer efficiency in which he sliced and slashed was comparable to a small-time guild. He was fast, efficient, and strong. He didn't waste a moment's time. Breaks were promptly fifteen minutes and no longer.
Kill them all.
KILL THEM ALL.
That was the main objective said so that was what he did. Some players that witnessed or heard the massive crunch of the redwood tree failing were ignored. As Daughter advised him, it was better to stay hidden. Killing a group or two, while easily doable and hideable in this mist, wasted his real goal: the gate. The gate was all that mattered. Everything else was merely for him to stop on or ignore.
THUMP!
