The sound of the wind howling through the forest was sharp, like the edge of a blade.
The moment Lyerin and his group landed, the first thing they noticed was the forest itself—a wild, untamed place, unlike anything they had ever seen.
Swoosh!
The leaves on the trees shimmered under the faint light, but there was something menacing about them.
As the wind whistlingly blew, they would hear a sharp hiss filling the airs around them, and Lyerin's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of one of the leaves slicing through a nearby branch as though it were made of paper.
'This place is lethal', he thought.
The entire forest was a death trap, every part of it a weapon waiting to tear them apart.
The others, however, didn't realize it yet.
They were too entranced by the sight of something they hadn't seen in ages: greenery. Real, vibrant, living greenery.
"Is this... a forest?" one of the newcomers whispered, his voice trembling in awe.
