Chapter 367: || Chapter 358 || A Swirl of Worry

The pungent smell permeated the air. It is strong and hot, burning into one's nose. The scorched end of Gala'En's branch cracks and snaps from the burns, charred black. Its leaves fluttered around as it fell. The delicate veins within their green bodies burn, devoured by black.

The smokes cleared, and Moulin was on the ground. His eyes are wide in disbelief, staring dazedly at the open path, wide and burning, towards the horizon. The swarm stopped, Moulin sensed, although his gaze did not move. Confusion filled every single being fighting against the horrid creatures. The malibreeds ceased their attacks and only retreated a distance from the Great Tree. The sudden ceasefire brought about a burst of confusion and caution.

The shadow of the man standing before Moulin like a shield, a towering wall, enshrouds him, not in comfort... but intimidation. Moulin could not stop it, the rapid beating of his heart.