Twisted Valley.
At a glance, everywhere were strangely shaped, twisted plants.
Giant trees with trunks full of writhing blood vessels.
Vines winding like snakes.
Wildflowers sticky with numerous insect corpses...
The entire valley exuded an eerie strangeness.
"You all stay on the perimeter, responsible for striking down any heretics escaping from inside, understood!"
At the valley's edge, a man with six feather-covered wings on his back spoke loudly to the group of young men and women before him.
The moment his voice fell, the young men and women immediately responded:
"Understood!"
"Understood!"
"Understood..."
Voices followed one after another, everyone responding with military discipline.
Except for a girl with snow-white hair.
She wore a white martial arts uniform, holding a red-tasseled spear taller than herself, silently standing alone under a tree, not uttering a word.
From a distance, she resembled an exquisitely carved wooden statue.
