In another part of the dense forest.
Three young men and women, all dressed in the same green robes, clutching special weapons that looked like hooks, were fleeing, continuously looking back.
Trees and rocks flew past them at a high speed, they were already running fast, but their faces were still pale, like frightened birds.
"Are they still behind us?"
The man in front, his eyes filled with vigilance, looked back and asked.
"I don't know, but why are all the undead creatures that were here today gone?" another woman said anxiously.
"Not sure, could it have something to do with those people behind us?" another woman whispered.
"It's unlikely, the undead creatures here have always been around since ancient times, unaffected even by major events. The Forest of the Living Dead isn't called that for nothing." The man scanned the surroundings warily, "There must be some other accident that drew all the undead creatures somewhere else."
"What do we do now?"
