The half-naked girl lay slumped on the grass, expression dazed and fragile, her skin pale and hazy. Not more than three or four feet around her grew the dense Enchanting Vine, their thick and gnarled tendrils twisted and intertwined, making it impossible to distinguish the roots or see the tops. Large purplish-red flowers hung between the branches and stems, exuding a sweet and cloying fragrance.
Theodore swung his sword tip, as if to slash through this ambiguous oil painting-like scene.
He said, "I can't come over, Miss Derek, please try to stand up. Leave this area of Enchanting Vine."
Before entering the Forest Area, Theodore had already taken a Spirit Suppressor to ensure he wouldn't be easily affected by the Enchanting Vine. But the pollen of this plant was so potent that Valtorre had yet to develop a perfect antidote, instead refining its components to create aphrodisiacs to help those men with inefficacy in bed.
