While Ethan was fighting Teti, Neith, Johann, and the undead goddesses advanced through the dense and dark forest of demon trees, a place where knotted roots and razor-sharp branches seemed to lurk in the shadows. The mist that once erased memories before reaching this place had vanished along with Yahveh's death, and now, the forest became the best place to confuse their pursuers.
From somewhere behind them, laughter and murmurs could be heard. The gods following them seemed to savor the hunt as if it were a game, an opportunity to unleash centuries of frustration after being imprisoned. Neith and her group stopped for a moment, and she, in a low, firm voice, tried to organize a plan to confront their pursuers.
"Listen," she began, looking at the group. "The only way to beat them is to separate them and take advantage of the terrain. We don't need to win through brute force; we just have to be smarter and fragment them."
