Elden Wood, Myth Heaven….A frail figure of a woman, with long, flowing, messy, white hair, limped along the slippery ground full of mud. She tried to walk on the large wooden roots but her feet were injured because of the thorns that suddenly stuck out from those roots.She walked slowly and tried not to breathe too loudly, even though she was already panting.That Lycan was injured. He wouldn't be able to catch up to her. Not even the Dryad, she looked too weak to run after her.She forgot to take out her dagger from that damn Lycan. She must be careful and couldn’t attack carelessly. Her condition was not very good at the moment.She forced her legs to go further. She moved forward as her eyes looked around, watching if there was any danger came to her.In this forest, she couldn't attract too much attention.Oh, of course, she knew, no one lived here anymore. This place was abandoned and was exactly like a wild, uninhabited island since she kidnapped and killed all its inhabitants

Elden Wood Forest felt so quiet, its dark atmosphere even during the day made it look so eerie. This forest was dense with lots of vines and giant spiders' nests, but not a single animal could be seen there. Even insects and birds hide.Not a single animal dared to come out because the dark witch was roaming around looking for her prey.The hunchbacked old woman walked along the mud of Elden Wood, stumbling, but she never fell. Her breathing was now starting to stabilize. Her sensitivity to her surroundings also began to strengthen.Her fingers, which were gnarled and darkened as if they were burnt, touching, feeling every trunk tree she passed by so that she knew what direction she was going.Of course, her mission this time was to find those Dyrad's descendants. Even though they weren't pure Dryads, they were enough to restore her strength and beauty. She couldn't wait to suck their soul, to be young and beautiful, to be the center of everyone's attention.But Mira was more focused