The frenzied swarm of insects surged through the dense forest like a tide, leaving no blade of grass alive wherever they passed; the earth transformed into a marsh laced with deadly poison.
And the very instigator of all this chaos, now inside the Secret Realm, was gleefully tallying up his spoils of war.
Beneath the umbrella cap of the World Mushroom, the returning Fire Lizard Battle Group was shedding their Single Soldier Armor with the assistance of the Holy Tree Elves.
This operation had miraculously caused no casualties in the squad, except for five unlucky fellows who'd been lashed by huge vines, their bones shattered to pieces.
Even for a Wizard, treating such injuries would have been quite troublesome. However, with the assistance of the World Mushroom, these injured Fire Lizards received sufficient treatment... even though the healing process was somewhat sanity-draining.
