Wukong tore out of the living forest like something that had been held back too long and finally snapped free.
The last stretch of trees were very tightly packed and tried everything to slow him down. Thick trunks shifted into his path, script-leaves flared bright in warning as if to say 'stop passing through us, there is plenty of space above us', but Wukong didn't care and the roots rose up in sudden ridges to catch his feet. But he smashed straight through all of it.
The bark exploded in every direction, turning into fine rune-script fragments that hung in the air like dust before the chaotic energy around him scattered them. Glowing pieces of language trailed behind him in long, messy streams as he kept accelerating.
He hit the edge of the clearing at full speed and felt the difference immediately. The constant pressure of the living forest dropped away the second body left the forest boundary and his boots touched the smooth stone.
