The trees around them began to shake violently. The branches stretched as if they had a life of their own, thrashing the ground and creating a deafening noise as the roots twisted under their feet, lifting the terrain like a beast awakening. The air, charged with a dark and dense energy, was becoming increasingly unbreathable.
Ethan observed the chaos calmly, but he couldn't ignore the growing pressure from the "demonic trees," as he had just named them in his mind. It was more than clear that these trees were more than simple plants, and the way they had begun to react more aggressively when Ethan had freed Zhilan from their clutches was most strange.
"It seems these demonic trees are very interested in you, Zhilan," Ethan commented with a slight smile, though his tone was serious. "Maybe it's your body... or maybe it's simply because you're weaker than them. Either way, it seems they don't want to let you go."
