Chapitre 245: || Chapter 239|| Prey Of The Woods

With a breathy sigh, a cloaked figure slowly walks across the ground, littered with withered, black leaves.

The eerie atmosphere of his surroundings aimed to haunt him, make him become fearful and anxious for his survival. However, after the first hellish days he had spent within the baleful dimness of these woods, he learned many things about the land. Especially these dreadful creatures, the Malibreeds.

Moulin walked carefully, making sure he was calm as he journeyed through the towering, dark trees. The ominous haze in his environment failed to let him be at ease. When he first arrived, there was no sunlight, but it was bright enough to let him see his surroundings faintly. The trees were tens of feet taller than him; they towered over him with their smooth, slender black bodies and their leafless branches. It looked like they were burnt black, but Moulin could feel them growing with life. Even though they looked… dead.