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Chapter 600 The Mystic Forest [Part 1]
?Villain Ch 600. The Mystic Forest [Part 1]
The Mystic Forest was a forest bathed in an ethereal glow. Unique trees, their trunks adorned with glowing runes, stood tall, weaving a canopy that sparkled with a magical radiance. Each tree seemed to have a personality of its own, twisting and turning in fantastical shapes, their branches reaching out like eager arms toward the heavens.
The air was thick with enchantment, carrying the sweet fragrance of exotic flowers that seemed to bloom exclusively in this mystical haven. The ground beneath was a bed of lush, emerald-green moss that glowed softly, creating an inviting path for the adventurous souls who dared to venture into its heart.
The mesmerizing sight of Wisps—ghostly orbs of blue fire that floated gracefully through the air. These mischievous creatures cast a gentle, azure glow, adding an otherworldly luminescence to the surroundings.
Amidst the magical flora, Sleeping Trents, towering tree monsters with bark like ancient armor, stood in silent repose. Unlike their fearsome appearance, these guardians of the forest were peaceful, choosing only to retaliate if provoked.
The monsters that roamed that field floated around in their level 40 to 45 glory, setting the perfect scene for low-level players looking to level up without the constant threat of getting pummeled. It was like the chill zone of Hell's Gate.
In its awakened state, the Trent's eyes glowed with an ominous intensity, fixating on the archer who had rudely disturbed its rest. Swiftly, the monster's tendrils lashed out, their range extending far beyond what the group had anticipated. The archer, caught off guard, wore a shocked expression as the tendrils closed in with unexpected speed.
The tendrils, akin to wicked whips, struck the archer and his group with ruthless precision. The archer, now the prime target of the awakened Trent, bore the brunt of the assault. His battle formation crumbled as he struggled to evade the relentless tendrils, creating a domino effect that disrupted the entire group.
The swordsman initially focused on tanking the two Wisps, found himself facing a dual threat. He now had to navigate the erratic movements of the Wisps while countering the sweeping tendrils of the awakened Trent. The once-coordinated strategy fell into disarray, leaving the mage and dual dagger user vulnerable to the monster's area attacks.
The mage, who was supposed to concentrate on eliminating the Wisps, found himself dodging tendrils, his spellcasting interrupted by the unexpected onslaught. Similarly, the dual dagger user, who relied on precision and stealth, struggled to maintain his focus as the tendrils disrupted his rhythm.
The mage, mid-incantation for a potent ice spell, was abruptly forced to abort his skill. Tendrils, with the swiftness of striking snakes, slithered up from the forest floor, forcing the mage to dance around them in a desperate attempt to avoid entanglement.
Meanwhile, the dual dagger user, his reflexes honed by countless battles, swung his blades with precision. The daggers sliced through the air, intercepting the menacing tendrils before they could wrap around him. A swift display of skill that showcased the importance of adaptability.
Father^Alex couldn't help but mutter an exasperated "Oh God..." as he surveyed the chaos unfolding. His focus intensified. His eyes, scanning the pandemonium, flickered with determination.
Relentlessly casting Healing and Barrier spells, he directed his support towards the struggling mage and archer. Their formidable damage output was overshadowed by the relentless tendrils, but Father^Alex, undeterred, provided a shield of protection. The dual dagger user, benefiting from Father^Alex's buff skills, danced through the turmoil with enhanced agility.