"That mask has to be found as fast as possible. The accumulation of the void creature’s hollow core is also another urgent matter."
"It is good that you understand." Black Sethe was relieved, "You and I are now in one body. If you die, I will die too, and I do not wish for you innocently fall into your own carelessness."
Garen nodded his head.
"Perhaps I have been relaxed in this world for too long now…" He came to some realization, "Then, the search for the Twelve Masks will have to speed up."
"As long as you understand that the amount of time we have left is not much," Black Sethe pleasingly went back into hiding.
Walking in the thick and dark forest, Garen had very quickly returned to the previous trees with the round arch root.
Under the roots, the black bonfire ash was still there. Instead, the girl’s shadow was missing.
Garen took a look around, and his gaze stopped upon a dense cluster of black flowers.
"You can come out."