Carving out a path would inevitably attract the collective will of the forest's attack. Doctor Gao feared the instruments would be damaged, so breaking through forcefully was not an option; he could only wait.
The sun had completely sunk below the horizon, casting a gentle moonlight. A breeze ruffled Banban's neatly brushed hair. His nostrils twitched slightly, and he stretched out his palm uncertainly to feel the wind: "The wind... tonight's wind is warm."
The air carried a burnt stench. Banban abruptly turned around and saw a wall of fire rising on the edge of the street.
"Someone is trying to use the fire to sever the forest! But this will burn the Residential Management Zone!"
The lunatics who wanted to destroy the forest, indifferent to the destruction of those living in the Residential Management Zone, viewed the trees and people alike — trees would regrow when cut down, and people could be reborn when killed.
