The fragile thorns could not stop the green-gray stone spear ripping through the air, and the ordinary beasts in the forest stood no chance against those two poison blades.
It might be the favor of luck.
A few months later, I suddenly came to an area extremely rich in magic particles, where the beasts were far stronger than those in other places.
And the mist permeating the air made me realize that this was the "Mist Forest," the extremely dangerous gathering place for demons often heard of in tales from my village in childhood.
I stayed in the forest for a while, drove away some adventurers I encountered, and confirmed through repeated attempts that my abilities were still effective here.
This was the perfect place to settle everything and bring an end to it all.
These two people were no match for the powerful demons in the forest.
