Are we really retreating now?
Just one more step, it really is only one more step!
"Who are you?"
The Withered gritted his teeth and tightly clenched the Crimson Thorn beside him, allowing the sharp spikes to pierce through his palm, consuming what little essence blood he had left.
He used the pain to dispel his awe for the unknown presence, raised his head, and roared, "You are not a divine from the Natural Pantheon, I don't recognize your aura!"
"Who the hell are you!!?"
The Fallen growled low, forcing a madness-filled roar from his throat, suddenly lifting his head, glaring at the mysterious figure still holding the Holy Spear aloft.
"Whoever you are, you shouldn't be here!"
"This is a battle within Nature!"
"Divine!!!"
"What happens here has nothing to do with you!"
The Fallen's frenzied voice thundered through this corner of the Forgotten Forest, causing many of the bewildered beastmen to have a change in expression.
Nature?
