Warm sunshine pierced through the spotty canopy, spilling onto Mok and making him feel a little relieved.
Some birds nesting in the trees nearby were startled and let out calls high above the canopy, breaking the peace of the woods.
Even though his head was bruised and the corners of his mouth were swollen from an entire night of running frantically and blindly through the dim woods filled with branches, vines, and bushes, ultimately he succeeded in escaping the nightmare that was in the woods.
Mok kept turning his head to look, even though nothing had been pursuing him, as if some invisible demon was following right behind him.
Suddenly, it was bright. The massive forest ended right before a green grass field below a gentle slope. Mok could see the sharp corners of a village's wooden houses and the chimney smoke from afar.
Mok felt relieved when he saw this.
