The Corrupted Demonic Treants never ceased coming for Faeloria. It seemed like one would appear every ten steps she took, as if they were conjured from the shadows of the dense, oppressive forest-like walls that surrounded her.
"Annoying..." she muttered under her breath, her voice calm despite the relentless onslaught.
But, of course, they were no match for her. At most, they could slow her progress, but never become a serious threat to someone of her caliber. The treants, with their twisted bark and glowing eyes, were powerful creatures in their own right, but against Faeloria, they were nothing more than a nuisance.
It was too bothersome to cast a 9th-tier spell every time, so she decided to rely on her class skills instead, keeping better control over her surroundings while using fewer resources.
*Swoosh!* *Swoosh!* *Swoosh!*
