The place they stood previously was a forest in every which way they looked but now, it was a barren land as far as their eyes could see. The volcano had swallowed everything, which it was spitting out again in formidable forms.
The reinforced tree in front of him threw its branches like they were punches but unlike having two it was like ten at a time. It was devilishly fast, any lapse in concentration, Kiro was aware would be detrimental.
While it wouldn't kill him, ten of those punches would seriously injure him. He had no doubt in his mind that the ancient one was waiting for something, maybe the god was waiting for them to be completely out of commission or maybe tired enough before pouncing.
His staff was safely strapped to his back, he ran closer, swerving left to right avoiding the barrage of attacks from the branches.
Reaching the tree bark, he breathed in while his arm stretched all the way to his back and then like a slingshot, it zoomed straight to the tree bark.
