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Aerian screeched. It was so damn dark where she was it was almost impossible to see her. Even with my wolf vision I could just barely make her out. The only part of her that was easily seen were her eyes. They were glowing brightly. There were three dead wolves lying in front of her. The others were standing there snarling at her as she stood over Benny’s unmoving form. I let out a growl as more wolves descended on us. I heard someone yell at me. As I looked over my shoulder, I saw a wolf lunging towards me. Before it could land on my back a stream of the brightest light, I had ever seen hit it. The wolf flew several feet way hitting a tree. When I looked at the wolf it was burnt to a crisp.

He followed the sound and quietly hid behind a tree. He saw a man in his twenties clasping the sides of his head, seemingly in pain. Harvey knew that it was the result of successfully resisting and escaping the fog that actually protects the Dark Forest from any intruders. That fog was considered dangerous and deadly as it causes one to see his inner demons and deepest, darkest secrets a person would kept locked away in his heart - and those can cause a person to die. Die from his dark secrets, die from his sins, die in such a terrible way that inflects no injuries on the body.

She wouldn’t make it more than a few hours in there alone. The Forest of Darkness was a part of my domain, but it was near lawless. It was a paradise for every low-level vampire who hid from the light of our sun, licking their wounds and scraping together an existence. It was more a prison of those who had run during the war than anything and filled with creatures much worse than vampires. Night terrors, Deadly Vines, and all manner of dark creatures that thrived on vampire and human blood alike lived in there.

Sitara looked at Smarat to get just a nod in response. They both got down from the car and went towards the waves. Sitara's face lit up when she seen many glowworms which makes the seen beautiful. Smarat ordered his men to arrange everything. There was a table arranged with beautiful flowers and the glowworms light made the flowers beauty more. Sitara felt very happy. At that moments she forgot every misery and enjoying rge view infront of her. " you made this arrangement", she asked chirply. " I think there is not others other than us ", he reply reased.

“The Blackwater forest has teeth, Helena. Things that have been forgotten by the rest of the world still thrive here. Some of those things wear leather from time to time to try to look human.” “You were here last night, weren’t you?” she challenged, taking a step forward and forcing him to look at her. “I saw the lights of your motorcycle on the road, but then... the sound of the engine faded and I heard a howl. It wasn’t a common wolf howl. It was a scream.”

she cogitates on how to enter into the forest, “Well, I guess I have to try a lot of ways!” At Gwanhoya’s Cave Genteel arrives at the cave in pursuit of the darkness being emitted by Mukura and looks at the wreckage she left behind her. “What is this place? She can feel an even stronger darkness surrounding her, “What was happening here?” she begins to back away looking at the destroyed cave and continues to trail her daughter. At Dhoramu Mukura arrives at the dark forest and finds the huge opening still there and enters the Dark forest. She screams loud enough to shake the whole forest and stop them all from fighting. She advances slowly deeper into the dark forest.

Tanpa sempat mengeluarkan suara bising, kedua tubuh kekar itu langsung ambruk menghantam lantai beton, tewas seketika dengan mata yang membelalak kosong. Di ujung anak tangga, Nia Maheswari berdiri dengan jemari yang kembali menyelipkan tiga bilah pisau serupa di balik lengan pakaian kasualnya. Ia memandang rendah ke arah kerumunan dengan sepasang mata tirani yang mematikan. "Tempat ini adalah tanah Hutan Bambu Hitam, dan akulah pemegang tunggal segelnya. Saya tanya sekali lagi... kepada siapa kalian harus menundukkan kepala?!"

which leads your progress to delay. I fully grasp that darkness can be compelling at times, but instead use extra care. Always be incredibly careful in the pitch dark because nobody really fully understands what comes back to haunt you there. There is really nothing more absolutely absurd in this known universe than having to search for your own rationality long when you have already destroyed it.

A pale streak of moonlight illuminates a withering tree. It’s said that the Wildland’s beauty is sublime, but now the uncaring hands of darkness linger through these woods. Even with the lively leaves on the trees and beautiful shades of brown that make up the trunks, something is off. Bracts descend from the trees, but before the cotyledons hit the forest grounds, the pads turn into nothing, molding away out of existence. Some of the bark from the tree trunks wavier from the cold winds. A piece blows off, and the husk falls on the bright teal grass. The woodchip wilts away, and the dirty brown plank remnants flow in the air like smoke from burning bodies. This haunting land smells like rott