[Note: These Dark Withered Treants don't have any long-range attack abilities. With the use of long-range attacks, the Treants have a lesser chance of survival.]
Seven Shackles discovered the weakness of the Treants. "Close combat troops, retreat! Archers, attack!"
The surrounding troops retreated a few steps, while the Bright Creature Archers moved forward as they readied their bows and arrows.
"Fire!" shouted Seven Shackles.
He felt an indescribable fear in his heart, as though an ancient creature was watching him closely. Every cell in his body warned him of danger.
He was bewildered. He lowered his head to look at his feet. The ground around his feet was slowly sucking at his feet.
The soft ground couldn't hold him up. His feet were slowly getting submerged as the ground tried to swallow his legs up to his ankles. 'Dark Swamp!'
"Everyone, retreat immediately! This is a Dark Swamp!" said Seven Shackles.