𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙙 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙑𝙤𝙡𝙠𝙧𝙚𝙜

ALT Silence. Nothing but the rustling of bushes the harpy brushed past filled the nighttime air. She was now sufficiently far from the army, and found herself alone, in this deep, dense forrest It was large, trees as solid as steel and as tall as towers stood over her, its branches obscuring much of the nighttime sky. Though, one thing remained off… the forest critters of the night, the chirps of crickets, the hoots of owls… well, there weren’t any. The only noises being made, were by Amara Though, there was a more pressing matter than the lack of a few animal noises. The wound she suffered during her escape… it was deep, painful. Medical attention will be needed soon, or not only not only from blood loss, but infection from begin to… … Even in the night, the lush, green forest allowed this… large, black puddle… to stick out. It lay motionless, besides the occasional bubbling of the seemingly corrosive liquid, followed by a strangly loud popping sound It was unnerving to even look at

ALT The fearsome army marched at full speed towards the harpy, seemingly hot on her trail, their loud chorus of thunderous marching shaking the ground as the approached. Until they had gotten closer And closer And closer Until… … The army ran right past where Amara hid, not giving her current hiding spot a second look. It seemed that no amount of blood thirsty ferocity, could make up for an army’s lack of intelligence The Minotaurs continued with its unknowingly fruitless pursuit, marching farther and farther away from where the woman hid. Their footsteps and cries slowly faded away into the deep, dark forest, until nothing but the sounds of nature filled the air

ALT The Minotaurs… a frighting army filled to the brim with large and terrifying soldiers, each suited with ironclad weapons and armor. Abominations that could never fit into society… the perfect army for the King of Nowhere Now, they were tasked with a different goal, recapturing the woman who had just escaped their grasps. One of them got a good shot, an axe to her abdominal region, but was unable to bring in the former prisoner fully. Now they search, no, they hunt, their armor clanging against itself as they looked for the woman Eventually, they came to a stop, their beast like features coming into play as they smelled the open air, for a hint of… They pause. A hint of blood, can be snuffed out from a certain direction. That could only mean one thing With a blood curtailing screech, the Minotaurs insanely turned their approach, rushing at the smell of blood. Rushing, right at Amara

ALT Seemingly unprompted, the strange puddle of goo slowly began to spread… seemingly crawling its way towards the girl and her tomatoes Around her, an angelic choir of voices began to sing in an unsettling tone. As if they were singing a lullaby to a child, only the words of such lullaby was not suited for any young one. Where these voices were coming from? Unknown… but continued to sing they did