Somewhere far from Rael's ranting and bullshit, a white-haired boy walked toward a sword buried deep in the cave floor.
Behind him lay a twitching corpse, a grotesque, shifting mass of flesh that had finally stopped moving.
Noah had reached the strange tree at the center of the second layer of the Cursed Forest about half an hour ago.
The moment his fingers brushed its bark, the world around him twisted and he was thrown into this strange space.
He hadn't even understood what had happened before the monster attacked.
A creature that morphed endlessly, changing shape, form and even the way it moved.
A creature that fought with eerie and almost human precision.
It adapted itself constantly.
Only after a brutal fight did Noah finally bring it down and even then, it was only because he had one clear advantage.
His eyes.
He could see the monster's attack patterns, the path its blows would take and the split-second gaps between shifts.
