Countless Pale Pilgrimages gathered together, their branches emitting a pure and icy silver glow, appearing from afar like a shimmering silver ocean in the dark underground city, exhibiting a mysterious yet sacred beauty.
However, beneath this breathtaking beauty, lies deadly danger.
At the edge of the silver forest, the corpses of numerous demons were piled like mountains, with occasionally one or two Pale Pilgrimages that had also lost their vitality, broken and fallen.
"It's like a natural barrier..." Salian gazed at the scene before him and murmured in awe.
"It indeed is a barrier," Ilo behind him calmly explained, "This is a defense mechanism of the Divine Wood itself, preventing anything from approaching its center."
"They seem... not to be infected?" Salian observed that all the small trees' trunks remained a silvery white, not showing the typical dark red veins of "Frenzy" infection.
