It wasn't my first flight across the Eserian. I was still nowhere near its inner area, nor did I plan to visit it anytime soon, but the forest's monsters did not seem to think so. Their habitats were no longer the same. The order that had been maintained for years was shifting.
Was that my fault? No, definitely not. But it was still odd that so much was changing ever since I crash-landed in the Eserian forest. It made me wonder if my presence was maybe at fault here.
Taria mentioned that Cursed Powers attract chaos and destruction.
Maybe it was my fault…
Even if it wasn't, the obligation to survey the surroundings was mine.
But nothing odd crossed my path until noon. There was no sign of Hnolls, Troblins, and most other monsters that should have been roaming the area this early.
Something was wrong. The forest was never this silent. Not without reason, at least.
It might be necessary to go further, I reasoned with myself and tilted to the side, diverting from my regular route.
