Drake leapt over his fallen comrades, his heart full of rage.
He knew he had to escape Mist Forest, or else even he might be in danger.
As he weaved through the shadows of the trees, he realized the surroundings were filled with shadows, the vines like ghosts in the dark, relentlessly pursuing him, brushing past him.
"Damn it!" He turned back in fury.
A black light formed in the palm of his hand.
With his roar, this energy transformed into a Light of Death, shooting towards David, hoping to force him back.
However, in that instant, the Light of Death was neutralized by the surrounding rampant vitality, no longer posing a threat to anyone.
David quickened his pace, massive trees rising from the ground beside him, paving a path towards Drake.
In this nature brimming with life and hope, every step seemed to burn with endless power, pushing the enemy towards the abyss of despair.
