"The world before us changes every day."
This was doubtlessly the most suitable explanation for what was happening in this Forest of Dreams. It was just that, perhaps, the words "every day" should be changed to "every instant," instead.
Under the Dimensional Will's control—fine then, Amelia was in deep hibernation, so it should be said that under my guidance—this forest was changing at every moment. What was a forested path one second would become a deep pit the very next instant.
Not only would this confuse any attacking undead armies, but even the wood spirits themselves would get lost in their own forest.
Let's not mention those so-called natural talent abilities that go on about how children of the forest would never get lost in a forest. As far as I knew, those druids and rangers would only show off their pretend knowledge after memorizing some maps.
