The dense forest, which had been peacefully letting Kim Haru walk through it freely during the day, had transformed into a menagerie of nightmarish monsters. Towering, massive, bristling with countless writhing tendrils—some blazing with fire, others covered in icy frost, each plant was now turned into a wild and terrifying creatures.
If Kim Haru were awake to witness this scene, his first thought would likely be: A parade of fiends and demons.
But unfortunately (or perhaps luckily), Kim Haru was already fast asleep.
In fact, had the mutated plants not confirmed through his cabin window that Kim Haru was truly asleep, they would never have dared to reveal their true form like this.
Generally, these mutated plants managed their energies carefully; over the years, they'd established an unspoken understanding within this territory. Each mutant plant had its own turf, and without a compelling reason, they wouldn't intrude upon each other's domain.
