"Poor souls, without even leaving a name..."
Claire whispered.
Lu Li surveyed the surroundings, noticing not far away the gnarled roots bearing signs of chopping, an axe scattered beside them.
The desperate survivors wielded axes at the giant trees, and their fate was no better than those from Midnight City.
Lu Li ascended once more into the forest canopy, Claire hid in an unfinished treehouse, tilting her head at the window frame, watching the luminous figure weave into the branches.
A moment later, like moonlight emerging from dispersing clouds, Lu Li descended beside the treehouse.
"Should we keep going?"
"The consciousness is just ahead."
Lu Li and Claire continued onward.
No new treehouses appeared along the way, perhaps they reached a deep realm untouched by Midnight City.
No dangers lurked, but caution was needed; maybe this was a trap to lure them in deeper.
