Chapter 383. Into the Colourful Forest
Tyler and the others had spent an entire day inside the massive tent of wonders. After indulging in sightseeing, exotic performances, and extravagant shopping, everything seemed perfect—until they realized something was wrong.
Alna, the cheerful guide assigned to escort them, had vanished. After a brief search, they discovered the truth: she had been kidnapped. Under the threat of a group of pirates, Tyler and the girls reluctantly agreed to follow them.
With heavy steps and guarded expressions, the group—Tyler, Lily, Mana, Mathilda, and Darla—was led towards the other half of the Island. The five pirates surrounding them bore tattoos of grinning clowns on their arms, a telltale sign of their affiliation with the Circus who rules this Island.
Eventually, they arrived at the edge of the island, where an uncanny sight met them—the entrance to the Colorful Forest.
Despite its cheerful name, the Colorful Forest was anything but comforting. The trees were unnaturally vibrant, as if dipped in fresh paint—bright reds, glowing blues, rich purples, Goldish Yellow and emerald greens. Every plant, bush, and even the rocks seemed doused in surreal hues, the air shimmering with unnatural vibrancy. It was nearing evening, and the multicolored leaves reflected the sunset in brilliant, disorienting patterns.
"Where is Alna?" Tyler asked as they stepped into the forest.
"She’s deeper inside," one of the pirates replied vaguely, refusing to meet his gaze.
As they advanced, Tyler noticed strange creatures nestled in the trees—giant tarantulas, each as large as a grown man’s forearm, clinging to their webs like patient hunters. Strangely, even these spiders bore striking colors—bright reds and blues—and their webs glimmered in rainbow threads.
"Don’t worry about them," said another pirate. "These Mini Tarantulas won’t bother us unless we provoke them."
Without slowing his pace, Tyler gave a slight nod, but his eyes remained vigilant. Despite the pirates’ assurances, he didn’t trust the surroundings—or the company.
"Those are Mini?" Darla mouth twitched as she muttered.