'This forest… it's alive in more ways than one.'
Whatever power guarded this section wasn't just natural or spiritual—it was temporal. Space and time were being manipulated here like threads in a deadly web.
Max's expression darkened as he stepped lightly around the beam, his senses sharper than ever. If he wasn't careful, the next figure suspended in time might be him.
Taking a deep breath, Max pressed forward, his steps slower now, more deliberate. He knew the laws of dangerous lands better than most—where the threat was greatest, the rewards were often the most precious. And this place... this eerie, silent part of the forest, laced with crimson beams of space-freezing light, was undoubtedly one of those places.
The tension in the air was suffocating, but Max didn't falter. Step by careful step, he moved through the thickets, dodging spiritual vines, weaving around roots that pulsed faintly with life.
