The wind began to blow.
Without the maintenance of the mages, without the care of the Divine Lord, the self-collapsing phenomena of the Dark Forest were extremely harsh. Sandstorm tornadoes seemed gentle here, but the truly terrifying force was the ion storm that walked the earth like the Death God and the ripples in space. Even a Legendary Mage was no more than a struggling mortal here trying to survive.
Only Ash and his companions could live leisurely here. After all, the ripples caused when the Sword Maiden and the Witch fought with all their might were far more terrifying than the phenomena. But even the Sword Maiden needed to set up a Holy Domain barrier to withstand the harsh weather in the wilderness.
However, amidst the gusts of wind blowing at 70 meters per second, a streak of silver stood proudly, like a resilient silver rose.
