Amon continued to stare at the tree with awe and fear.
It didn't look celestial. Rather, it looked dangerous—unholy.
Amon ran a hand through his dark, messy hair, adjusting it. His hair had grown a little longer. The bangs now reached his eyes, so he pushed them back.
"What should I do?" he questioned. Everything was becoming more and more messy. He had managed to find human soldiers—soldiers from his own kingdom—but now he was lost again.
He remembered the map clearly. The tree was located at the center of the island. Huge mountains surrounded the entire area where the tree stood.
That was one of the reasons the tree was not visible from the side where the human base was, despite being so massive.
Now, Amon was standing just a short distance away from it.
Sigh.
A tired sigh escaped his mouth. In just the span of a few days, so many things had happened.
He was thrown into this forest. Somehow survived it and met the knights. Met new people and teammates.
