Villain Ch 1823. Giant Forest
In the Hell's Gate server, the sun never set on ambition.
The Giant Forest was thick with mana haze and the kind of eerie silence that screamed trap to anyone with more than three IQ points and a working pair of headphones. Giant crows perched in dead trees, watching from above like disappointed parents at a talent show. The foliage twisted upward like arms frozen mid-scream, and even the air smelled vaguely like iron, sap, and something that had recently died badly.
Level 200 monsters didn't spawn here often.
But when they did?
They brought friends.
"Left flank!" Elio barked, sword igniting with holy flame as the first Giant—a moss-covered brute with tusks longer than a grown man's torso—charged through the underbrush, each step pounding like a drumbeat from the abyss.
James was already there, twin arrows flashing like starlight, slipping beneath the beast's swipe and driving a poison-coated blade into its ankle joint.
