He walked calmly along the path, his footsteps accompanied by the blows of his staff hitting the ground. Every creature that lurked among the playful, mischievous shadows remained in its place, trembling with overwhelming terror, bound by fear of Hu-Ching’s disciple, called the Blue Flame. They were more afraid that the dragon’s disciple had not only escaped his domain, but had also taken his master’s head with him.
A few hours later, the forest was colored a shimmering green. Come night, the ancient spirits woke up and began to wonder the forest, looking like what in the songs was often described as lost fireflies. Green spheres danced around the Stumps, beckoning them to follow them into the darkness of the forest.
Unable to resist, Alice reached for one, but Mary caught her hand.
