"Crackling."
The dark green thorns curled and twitched under the searing flames, as if possessing a life of their own, with singed black scars rapidly spreading across their surface.
Wood yanked the dagger, lodged deeply in the enemy's chest, free with a cold, weary expression.
Before him were several humanoid thorn demons gradually consumed by the flames.
It seemed to possess some sort of corrosive nature specifically against plants, turning the nearby area of grass into a peculiar dark green.
"Rustle."
The towering oak branches behind swayed as the half elf, holding a longbow, lightly descended.
Both had just gone through a fierce, unexpected battle.
The enemies were five "Dead Needle Monsters" disguised as shrubs.
Honestly, these demons weren't that strong in combat ability, even weaker than the Rusted Monsters they had encountered a few days earlier.
