Chapter 77: Trapped in a Forest of Flesh
In a rotting forest blanketed by a creamy-white, fleshy ground, slithering movements pulsed beneath the surface like worms under skin. Five figures sat atop decayed tree trunks, and a grey and purple furred wolf bounded playfully across the squirming terrain as if it were a game.
On the thickest, most elevated trunk, three girls clung desperately to the dead wood, as if stepping down meant certain death.
On another trunk, a shirtless boy stood gritting his teeth, muttering curses at the revolting ground.
Meanwhile, on a shorter tree, a white-haired boy with a carefree expression sat cross-legged, staring calmly at the gloomy sky like he was on a picnic.
Alex’s thoughts:
First, we need to find the door to the next floor. Second, we can’t use explosive power—we’ll only end up hurting ourselves. We have to deal with these slithering flesh-masses precisely and carefully.
"I think it’s doable," Alex muttered. "Better than the dark realm, I guess."
He rose to his feet, sighing as he watched the wolf leap joyfully over the maggot-infested ground.
"This guy..." he said with a defeated smile.
Turning to the others, he called out, "Hey guys, we need to move. We have to find the exit to leave this floor."
Lyra shrieked from her perch, "We are not stepping down from this tree!"