Instantly dashing backwards, I couldn't be bothered with scouting this place for potential treasures. What I thought to take at least several minutes to take, with the burst of energy released by the dying protector, turned into mere seconds.
With my body slamming against the backdoor that I used to enter, I finally managed to escape from the palace, placing myself right back into this bloody garden. Thinking about this right now, it was no wonder this man managed to hide the real extend of his power.
Initially, I assumed that this place was set up by the invaders from the continent, possessing strength far greater than anything that the Vivaci tribe could ever achieve. Yet as I was running through the slowly decomposing area, I could see how the illusion that made everyone think that this place was beautiful and filled with flowers, was collapsing alongside the space itself.
What a missleading title, huehuehuehuehuhe
Also, if you like western fantasy, go check out "Rebirth of the Phoenix God" as it's my third project that I will write :D
(God bless my soul)