Within the dense forest, all was calm.
A black crow darted through the woods, like a streak of black lightning. Behind it, besides a dark-robed wizard closely trailing its steps, the remainder was a tide of vines.
Boom!
The wizard casually hurled a fireball, blasting the encroaching vines apart. The flames, hot enough to melt steel, spread rapidly along the vines, looking as if they might transform the entire ocean of vines into a sea of fire.
But strangely, although the flames spread, the fire that should have been raging due to the vines kept diminishing in the process.
It was as if an invisible giant mouth was gobbling it up.
The wizard, catching sight of this scene, couldn't help but frown deeply. He thought to himself, "What kind of monstrosity did the Pioneer create?"
The wizard was Richard, and ever since he entered this jungle untouched by the White Wizard Army and unscathed by their spells, he felt as though he had entered the belly of a huge creature.
