It was still the same forest as before, still the same season of spring.
The trees in the forest had grown even lusher, and the flowers and grass beneath them more vigorous. The thriving vegetation attracted a large number of herbivorous demons to settle here.
Not long ago, a group of forest fairies had also built their nests in this area. It was a common sight to see fairies, wearing flower crowns and dressed in floral buds or leafy garments, flapping their delicate little wings as they flitted through the forest collecting morning dew and nectar.
Amid this peaceful atmosphere, a gentle breeze swept through the forest and wrapped around Lynch, lifting him slowly into the air.
The gray cloak fluttered wildly in the wind, with sunlight streaming through the treetops, casting dappled light and shadow across his figure.