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Isilme whispered and dashed upon them with excitement, at last, they had reunited. “In a small world,” Charlotte whispered in realization. After they talked and tells stories for a while, Ithildin stood up and announced that he is taking the lead to the Tree Valley, just next to this mountain. The forest's trees were a sickly brown color. Poison grains encrusted the bark and glistened like witch dust. Trolls prowled the suffocating coppices, drooling over their victim and spreading the blood over their hulking faces. The suffocating air and suffocating atmosphere were ideal for individuals who worshipped darkness rather than light. Tarantulas grasped their snare strings in the dim light. The

she chirped, bouncing up and down a little in excitement. “Hey, Sar. What’s up with you? You haven’t been sniffing those herbs again have you?” I teased. This was a running joke, Sarah had bought some ‘herbs’ from a friend of hers and lit them in her room to cleanse her aura or something. It had ended up being weed and she got high, running down her street half n**ed whist calling everyone on her cell to come and see the parade. She never lived it down.

------------------------------ 2 Weeks later: Bountiful Harvest Kingdom ------------------------------ In the deep of the night within the dark forest, the sound of many night predators and the cricket-like bugs resound. At the thickest part of the woods, there's an unmarked burial site for the people with an insignificant background like beggars or commoners that don't have enough strength to protect themselves from the cultivator or a strong and influential people. There are silhouettes of two people carrying a sack large enough to contain the body of a teenage girl. They bring this sack to the burial ground but just before they enter into the burial ground one of the men dressed in black

White skin, check. Face? Nah. Is that even a face? She approached us with two other women behind her. But how they walk towards us amazed me. The surroundings are like in slow-motion. Just like Catriona Gray did? Lava walk? But their walk is called differently. 'Whore walk' it should be called. They look like fools walking. It's still slowing down, you seem to be in slow motion, huh.

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I looked up, ready to fight whatever had dropped me here. The growl died in my throat. This was not my forest. The air was thick, humid, and smelled faintly of rot and stagnant water. I stood in a swampy morass. Around me, ancient, skeletal trees clawed at a sky that was neither day nor night, but a bruised, hazy gray. Ruins of colossal stone structures jutted from the muck, covered in weeping moss. The only light came from strange, bulbous mushrooms that glowed with sickly blue and yellow neon, casting long, shivering shadows. A shallow river of sludge wound through the alien landscape, reflecting the eerie light.

’ ‘Who was the sinister looking man I saw in the window as a child right before the wolves charged out of nowhere to attack. Those wolves were as black as night with demon looking eyes. I shuddered, trying not to remember. That home had been the country estate of an ancestor from a long time ago. What darkness was connected to that decaying old house? Why did she feel like something is calling her to return? I decided to go to sleep and let my tears flow until the morning would come.

Damon stole glances at Aqua as they drove, her presence beside him filling him with a sense of calm and purpose. After a short drive that seemed to pass in a blissful blur, they arrived at their destination—a dense forest teeming with life and secrets. Damon parked the truck amidst the towering trees, and together, they embarked on a journey through the winding paths and verdant foliage. The air grew cooler as they delved deeper into the heart of the forest, the sounds of the town gradually fading into the background. The rustling of leaves and the chirping of birds replaced the familiar bustle of civilization, enveloping them in a tranquil cocoon of nature's symphony.

Every rustle, every shadow, seemed to harbor a hidden threat. Professor Thorne, her voice ragged from exertion, explained their goal. "The heart of the grove is said to be a pool of purest light, untouched by darkness. Its energy can cleanse even the most corrupted." They navigated through a labyrinth of gnarled roots and fallen trees, their boots sinking into the spongy forest floor. The perpetual twilight seemed to amplify every sound, every fear. Just when Maya felt her hope dwindle, she saw it – a faint bluish glow filtering through the dense foliage.

I said, "However, with the return of Black Wolf Baker, all dark-related substances will come back from the dead." "How do we get out of here?" "Unless it's dawn!"I watched the moonlight on my head getting dimmer and dimmer, the shadows of all the trees in the forest were stretching up a little bit, and the dense leaves were also expanding around.The trees in the ghost forest grow at night, and they feed on blood-devouring animals.When each tree sucks enough blood, it will be transformed into a tree man. "I'm afraid we will become fertilizer before dawn!"William looked around vigilantly, even the swing of a leaf would attract his attention.