There were no surprises, nor any dangers.
What appeared before Lann's eyes was like a terrifying photograph.
A woman's body was enveloped in vines, not only externally, but even beneath her skin, one could see the wooden bulges pushing up.
The vines had grown into her flesh.
And even after two years, the Chaos Magic Power in these plants had kept the corpse from decaying.
"Truly... cruel and twisted scum."
Lann furrowed his brows, drawing the Lady of the Lake's Sword from his waist to slice through the entangled vines as he cursed under his breath.
"That guy who twisted grievance into a curse just made a toy, got bored with it, and left it here... Do you really have no problem living in the same forest as this piece of shit?"
Lann cursed under his breath, with only the eerie forest behind him.
But in the blink of an eye, Bryan stepped out from the shadows behind him.
