Chapter: Back to the Path
The sun was just beginning to break through the lingering mist as the Seven Dwarves emerged from the demon's lair, the rescued children bundled close, some still clinging to their arms and cloaks. The burned scent of battle faded behind them, replaced by the fresh breath of pine and moss. Birds returned to the trees. The wind was no longer watching.
Ahead, near the edge of the glade, Luke stood—his coat fluttering gently, the silver longsword Beastender resting across his back once more. Around him, scorched soil told the tale of his duel with the Demon of Terror. Now, only a blackened crater remained where the beast had once towered.
He turned slightly at the sound of the children's feet crunching leaves. A rare, quiet look of relief passed over his face.
"All of them?" he asked.
Rindle nodded. "Every last one."
"Doli crushed a tree demon with a mountain," Thornton added with pride, nudging the still-bashful dwarf.
Luke gave Doli a slight nod. "Good."
The villagers soon arrived, racing through the trees to reclaim their children. Tears, thanks, and cheers filled the air as mothers and fathers embraced the little ones, overcome with joy and disbelief. One elder tried to give Luke a pouch of gems in gratitude—he refused with a shake of the head.
"We keep moving," he said simply.
With their mission done, and the demon threat buried under ash and stone, Luke and the Seven gathered their gear. The mist parted for them now—almost as if the forest itself recognized their strength.
Soon, they found themselves trekking once again through the Woodland Region, this time heading eastward along a gentle trail that curved toward a wide hill rising through the canopy, its top hidden in the veil of morning clouds. The path ahead was uncertain—new monsters, new secrets, new challenges.
But together, they walked on.
Luke at the front, silent and steady.
The Seven just behind, bickering, laughing, and retelling Doli's legendary mountain summon for the tenth time.
The mist may return.
The monsters may rise again.
But for now—
The hunter and his unlikely companions were ready.
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Chapter: Deeper Into the Green
The forest changed the deeper they walked—older, quieter, and strangely aware.
Oliver Woods stepped carefully over a fallen log, his newly forged iron sword strapped across his back. It still gleamed in the filtered sunlight that broke through the high canopy, its edge fresh, its weight unfamiliar in his grip, but not unwelcome. His breath was steady, his eyes alert.
Beside him walked Fern, the Druid of the Thistle Glen. Cloaked in layers of moss-dyed green and bark-colored fabric, she moved like she was part of the woods—barefoot and utterly in tune with the world around her. Leaves stirred as she passed. Small insects and animals peered from hidden places but did not flee.
Fern knelt beside a knot of twisted roots and pressed her palm to the earth. Her eyes dimmed slightly, as if something unseen had taken hold.
"Anything?" Oliver asked quietly, standing watch.
Her voice came like a breeze. "Yes. Everything."
The forest spoke to her.
With her Druid powers, she extended her senses into the soil and leaf, reading the subtle currents of life and motion. She could feel bird migrations far above, the recent path of a fox darting east, the tension in the trees when something unnatural passed too close.
Her fingers curled slightly.
"There's movement nearby," she whispered. "Heavy. Not animal. Metal feet, perhaps... or claws. Westward. Not close yet, but coming."
Oliver's grip tightened on the hilt of his sword. "Are they hunting?"
"They're not wandering," she said, rising. "They know something is here."
He nodded. "Then we stay ahead of them."
As they pressed forward, the light dimmed, trees thickening around them like living columns of a forgotten cathedral. Strange fungi pulsed faintly in the shade, and vines curled like serpents along ancient ruins swallowed by moss.
Oliver kept his blade ready. Fern kept her senses open.
Together, they ventured deeper into the untouched heart of the forest—toward the unknown, toward danger, and perhaps, toward what was calling them both.
The deeper they went, the more the woods watched.
-----Chapter: Razor Leaves and Iron Resolve
The wind shifted—sharp and unnatural. Fern paused mid-step, eyes narrowing as the forest's rhythm abruptly faltered.
"Something's wrong," she murmured.
Then, from the shadows between two wide-barked elder trees, they emerged.
Two Blue-Ranked Wooden Demons, their bodies twisted with thorned bark, hollow eyes burning with blue light, and their arms shaped into jagged, root-clawed weapons. They moved silently but with unmistakable hostility, the forest groaning beneath their corrupted weight.
Oliver instinctively stepped forward, sliding his iron sword free with a smooth, clean motion. His grip tightened.
"Systematic Guide," he whispered, and a flicker of light shot across his vision as the interface activated.
> [ALERT] Threat Level: Blue Rank Detected.
[INVESTIGATION] Species: Corrupted Verdant Husk — Weak to metal, fire, and pure Vita.
Behavior: Aggressive. Protective of corrupted territory.
"Vita-based corruption," he muttered, eyes narrowing. "That explains the decay."
The first demon lunged, bark arms slicing downward with crushing force—
But Fern was faster.
She raised both hands, drawing deep from the living essence of the forest. The air pulsed green around her as she chanted in the ancient tongue of Druids. Vines coiled around her wrists, leaves lifted by an unseen wind.
"Leaf Swarm!"
From every tree, bush, and branch within range, leaves shot into motion—hundreds of them, spinning like blades, glinting with concentrated green Vita energy. The wind howled as the leaves sharpened in flight, slicing through the air like razors.
The first wooden demon was hit head-on—shredded apart mid-charge, its barked body exploding into splinters, howling as it dissolved into dust and twisted vine.
The second demon reeled backward too late.
Fern's gaze hardened. She thrust her hand forward again, and the remainder of the leaf swarm swirled, forming a cyclone of death.
WHIP-CRACK—SLASH!
The second demon stumbled, then fell apart into fragments under the swarm's fury.
Silence returned as the leaves fell gently to the forest floor—no longer weapons, but soft remnants of nature.
Oliver stood quiet, lowering his sword slowly.
"Remind me never to pick a fight with a garden," he said, half-grinning.
Fern exhaled and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Only when it listens."
The Systematic Guide flickered again in Oliver's vision.
> [Enemies Eliminated. Pathway Cleared.]
[Note: Druid-Class Combatants highly effective in forested terrain.]
Oliver glanced around at the shredded battlefield. "No kidding."
With the threat gone, they pressed forward again—deeper into the woods, where the Vita pulsed thicker, and greater mysteries waited beneath the canopy.