Chapter 769: The Black Forest
In the dense jungle, the moonlight shimmered on the uppermost layer of leaves, casting a silvery sheen over them. However, the thick canopy of branches and foliage blocked most of the light, leaving the tree trunks shrouded in complete darkness. Only scattered, coin-sized patches of light flickered with the breeze.
This was where the name Black Forest came from.
And it wasn’t just at night—the forest remained dark even during the day.
That night, however, a sudden rustling disturbed the silence of the Black Forest, as though someone had stepped on a thick bed of fallen leaves and snapped a dry branch underfoot.
The abrupt noise startled some of the nocturnal birds and small animals, sending them scurrying to safer hiding places. For a brief moment, the silent Black Forest stirred with fleeting movement and life.
"This place is really hard to walk through," Kyle grumbled, pulling his foot out of the soft, sinking layer of fallen leaves.
"It always is. Once you get used to it, you won’t sink anymore," Newt replied from beside him.
He moved with ease, seemingly well-acquainted with the Black Forest, stepping only on firm ground and weaving effortlessly between the trees. Unlike Kyle, who sank into the leaves every few steps and nearly crashed into a tree more than once.
"I don’t like it here!" Kyle sighed in frustration.
"Most wizards don’t," Newt said. "The dense trees interfere with the accuracy of spells. Their effectiveness is significantly reduced, and bringing more people won’t help. But that’s exactly why this place has become a stronghold for certain dark creatures."
"So, there really are werewolves here?" Kyle asked.