Stray

The Border Forest between Alban and Garland was deep, close to the area of the Ash Mountains.

The sun had already set, and the trees were soaked in the aura of the Abyss, slightly distorted and dark. In the blur of the night, the weird tree shadows were like ghosts in legends, which would sway from time to time. The gray-red moss engulfed fallen stones, and the sticky vines snaked down from the branches, swinging ominously in the night wind.

The air was filled with a weird watery smell, which smelled like wet stones on the riverbed.

Under the shade of dense leaves, when it reached the ground, there was hardly much moonlight left. A pair or several eyes reflecting green light quickly crossed the darkness, and the small body rustled through the bushes— Several animals were fleeing there quickly for some reason.

In the opposite direction from where the creatures fled, there was a clearing with sparse trees.

At this moment, there was a hazy glimmer of light, but the light was extremely cold, and it had nothing to do with “hope” and “peace of mind”.

“The magic formation over there is unqualified, so it should be redrawn.” Telaranea knocked on the bucket with a silver spoon in his hand with a hint of command in his tone.

Ann gritted her teeth, clenched the handle of the bucket in her hand, and squeezed it so hard that it started to crack.

“It’s the fifteenth time,” she whispered annoyingly. “This lawn is about to be rubbed bald by me.”