The swamp was damp and gloomy.
In the mud, a shadow moved silently.
Not far ahead of the shadow, a tiny Flower Spirit was fluttering its wings, handling a wooden stick longer than its own body, stirring something on a tree stump struck by lightning.
A cavity had been carved out of the stump, and as the Flower Spirit stirred with its stick, an intoxicating fruity fragrance spread all around.
Greed shone in the eyes of the shadow beneath the mud flat; in the next moment, its form leaped up from beneath the mud flat, casting a large shadow over the little Flower Spirit with its massive body.
Strangely enough, the Flower Spirit didn't show any sign of panic or fear. Meanwhile, a withered vine next to the creature suddenly shot up from the mud like a sword, piercing instantly through the body of the huge Demonic Beast.
