Willow's Point of View
As expected, the forest has sharp branches scattered around. The grass is tall enough to itch and scratch my skin as I go further looking for woods Olga wanted.
I wiped the sweat that fell down my forehead, reluctant to move forward. I feel awful, my legs are hurting and my body weakened. I don't think I'm still able to get out of this forest. Although the sun had set, the eerie feeling the forest gives me is still there, horrifying me in different aspects.
“There you are…”
Despite getting weak, I took all the woods I saw to the sack I was holding. My muscles are getting more vulnerable than before, and the only way I could bring this hole was to pull it through my bare hands.
It was hard, yet I don't have any choice but to make it through this forest and re
