Dance With The Devil

Soon, night crawled over as a result of the sun-like crystal in the air dimming, releasing pollen-like particles that danced through the isolated air, resembling stars.

Nightfall?...Can't say I'm excited for that, he thought.

It was devastatingly dark; the glistening pollen above hardly provided any light, forcing him to move through the ominous forest of death.

The sound of weightful footsteps crunching twigs and leaves caused him to duck into a bush again, opting to avoid a fight if he could.

"--" He suppressed his breathing.

What he found marching through the sea of trees was a humanoid figure, though clearly not; its flesh was of rotting bark, each step it took sounded as if wood was creaking. There were vines hanging from its body and flowers blossoming, yet wilting.

What is that…? He questioned.