They took several steps back, in an open area that wasn't too bothered by the roots.
Fighting with their backs turned to the the tree didn't seem like such a bad idea if it wasn't for the tree itself being a potential enemy.
"This isn't good, if the smoke…"
He narrowed his eyes, a pointless attempt at changing what he could see clearly.
"There is no smoke…"
Fae nodded, her eyes also stuck on the ceiling.
The leaves burned brightly, yet no smoke accumulated at the ceiling.
"The boss should appear soon…"
He looked around, yet nothing besides the fire had changed.
He snapped his tongue, an annoyed look on his face as he pointed his staff toward the tree.
"We might simply have to cut it down."
He scratched his head.
"It'll take forever…"
Brak promised they wouldn't dull or break easily, stating they were sharp enough to be C-tier weapons, their size would make this woodcutting task take longer than it needed to be.
Fae stood beside him, waiting for instructions.
