Lockey and Pinnochi stepped out of the portal and into an awe-inspiring sight—a forest unlike any they had ever seen. Towering trees with iridescent bark shimmered softly, casting a tranquil glow across the landscape. The air was cool, fresh, filled with the delicate fragrance of flowers, some with petals as transparent as crystal.

For a moment, Lockey could almost forget where they were, lost in the beauty of the surroundings. But that feeling didn’t last.

“Don’t you think it’s a bit too perfect?” Pinnochi murmured beside him, eyes darting suspiciously between the trees.

Lockey nodded slowly, a growing sense of unease gnawing at him. “Yeah... it feels like the forest is watching us.”

As they ventured deeper, the more the atmosphere shifted. The stillness was unnatural, and Lockey noticed something unsettling—the trees seemed to subtly turn toward them, branches leaning in their direction, leaves rustling with anticipation.

Pinnochi glanced around. “Did you see that?” he whispered.

Lockey tensed. “What?”

“The trees... they moved.” Pinnochi raised a hand toward a nearby tree, but before he could touch it, the bark rippled as if the tree was breathing.

Suddenly, vines shot out from the ground, slithering toward them like snakes. Lockey leapt back, narrowly avoiding one that lashed out, trying to wrap around his leg.

"Move!" Lockey shouted, slashing with the Key of String. The vines snapped, but more took their place, writhing angrily. “The forest is alive! It’s reacting to us!”

Pinnochi’s eyes narrowed. “It’s defending itself.”

Before another wave of vines could strike, Pinnochi stepped forward, his fingers crackling with dark energy. “Let’s see how it reacts to poison.”

With a flick of his wrist, a dark green mist seeped from his hand, sinking into the earth. The vines and plants around them began to wilt, their once vibrant leaves turning brown and curling in on themselves. The forest recoiled, a low, eerie groan echoing through the trees.

For a moment, it seemed like the poison had worked. But just as quickly as the plants withered, new ones sprouted in their place—growing at an alarming speed, stronger and more aggressive than before.

Pinnochi cursed under his breath. “This forest... it’s regenerating too fast.”

Lockey slashed through more vines. “Then poisoning it won’t work. We need to figure out what’s keeping it alive.”

Pinnochi’s eyes darted around. “The heart... this place has a core. If we destroy the heart, we can stop it.”

Lockey nodded. “Then we find the heart.”

Pinnochi focused hard, extending his hand toward a nearby tree. Small, pale fungi began to grow along the surface, spreading quickly as he connected with the forest’s natural rhythm. It was wild, erratic, but through the chaos, he sensed something deeper—a pulse, far beneath the surface.

“It’s somewhere ahead,” Pinnochi said, his voice strained. “The heart’s in the center of this place. If we don’t find it soon, this forest will overwhelm us.”

Lockey slashed through the remaining vines, and they sprinted forward, dodging the regenerating plants that lashed out at them with renewed aggression.

The forest groaned and shuddered around them, every tree, vine, and root seeming to pulse with energy. As they pushed forward, Lockey glanced back to see the ground they had just passed already overtaken by new growth.

“We’re running out of time,” Lockey muttered. “This place is relentless.”

Pinnochi’s jaw tightened. “We need to stay ahead of it.”

Using his ability to sense the forest’s movements, Pinnochi guided them toward a clearing where the trees seemed less aggressive, though the air was thick with tension. They were getting closer to the heart—closer to the source of the forest’s power.

After navigating through the tangled vines and erratic growth, Lockey and Pinnochi entered a clearing that felt different from the rest of the forest. The air was still, almost too still, and ahead of them stood a massive tree, its roots winding deep into the earth. But this tree was unlike any they had seen—embedded within its trunk was a visible, pulsating heart, glowing faintly with a rhythmic beat.

Lockey’s eyes narrowed as he studied it. “So, this is the heart.”

The entire forest seemed to respond to his words, the trees around them groaning in unison, as if angered by their presence.

Pinnochi smirked, his eyes locked on the glowing heart. “No wonder the forest’s regenerating so fast. That thing’s keeping it alive.”

Before they could take another step, the heart pulsed again—this time more violently. The ground trembled, and the trees around them lashed out, branches and vines moving with deadly speed.

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Lockey was quick, his dagger flashing as he slashed through the oncoming vines, cutting them cleanly before they could reach him. “Stay sharp. It’s not going to let us get close without a fight.”

Pinnochi nodded, a dark green mist already forming in his hands. “Don’t worry, I’ve got your back.”

The heart pulsed again, this time releasing a burst of energy that sent the ground shaking beneath them. The vines thickened, becoming harder to cut as they surged toward Lockey and Pinnochi, regenerating almost instantly after being severed.

Lockey slashed through another wave, his blade cutting through the thick vines with precision. But as fast as he cut, the forest regenerated, almost mocking their attempts.

“This thing’s relentless,” Lockey grunted, stepping back to avoid a vine that nearly wrapped around his arm.

Pinnochi raised his hand, sending a wave of poison toward the tree. The mist coiled around the roots, withering the smaller plants instantly. But the heart was resilient—though the tree’s bark darkened and cracked, the heart continued to beat, and new vines grew in place of the ones that had died.

“It’s regenerating faster than we can damage it,” Pinnochi growled. “We need to hit it where it hurts.”

Lockey paused, glancing at the glowing heart. “The heart… it’s the source. We need to take it out directly.”

Pinnochi nodded. “Then we hit it together.”

They moved in unison, Lockey slashing through the oncoming vines, clearing a path for Pinnochi to get closer. The heart pulsed violently again, sending another shockwave through the ground. This time, the branches of the surrounding trees began to whip through the air like living creatures, trying to knock them back.

Lockey leaped to the side, dodging one of the branches as he swung his dagger, cutting through another. “We need to be fast. It’s only getting stronger!”

Pinnochi, now close to the heart, focused his energy, releasing a concentrated burst of poison aimed directly at the glowing core. The poison seeped into the heart, and for a moment, the pulsing slowed. The forest shuddered, its regeneration faltering.

Lockey seized the opportunity, charging forward. With one swift motion, he swung his dagger, aiming for the heart. The blade cut clean through the air and struck the heart, severing part of its surface.

The heart let out a deafening pulse, and the entire forest seemed to scream in response. The vines and branches went into overdrive, attacking with renewed fury, regenerating faster than ever. The ground beneath them began to crack, roots surging up from below to entangle them.

Lockey and Pinnochi fought furiously—Lockey cutting down the vines and roots with every swing of his dagger, and Pinnochi poisoning every inch of the forest he could reach. But no matter how much damage they dealt, the heart kept regenerating, pulsing with even more intensity.

“This thing’s not going down easily,” Pinnochi grunted, barely dodging a thick branch that swung toward him. “It’s like it’s feeding off the forest’s energy.”

Lockey slashed through another wave of vines, his breathing heavy. “Then we need to cut it off. Sever the heart from the forest.”

Pinnochi’s eyes lit up. “You think your blade can do that?”

Lockey didn’t hesitate. “It cuts anything, right?”

With that, Lockey charged forward, dodging the last wave of vines as he reached the heart. The ground shook violently, and the forest seemed to scream louder, the vines coming at him from all directions. But with one final swing, Lockey aimed straight for the heart, his dagger glowing with power.

The blade sliced through the heart, cutting deep. For a moment, everything stopped—the forest went still, the vines frozen mid-attack, the trees ceasing their movement.

And then, with a shuddering groan, the heart cracked open, its glow fading. The vines fell limp, the trees returning to their natural, still state. The forest, once alive and violent, was now silent.

Lockey stepped back, breathing heavily. “That did it.”

Pinnochi walked up beside him, eyes on the now-dormant heart. “Finally.”

The forest was defeated, and in the distance, they could see the entrance to what lay beyond—the Beta Vault.

Lockey and Pinnochi stood amidst the silence that followed the destruction of the forest's heart. The once-lively trees had stilled, and the thick vines that had attacked them now lay limp across the ground like discarded ropes. Both of them were breathing hard, their bodies marked by the fight.

Lockey leaned against the trunk of a nearby tree, wiping sweat from his brow. A cut along his arm dripped with blood, though he barely noticed. His mind was still racing, heart pounding from the sheer intensity of the battle. His dagger hung loosely in his hand, its blade stained with remnants of sap and strange, dark fluids from the vines.

Pinnochi wasn’t much better off. His usual calm demeanor was replaced with a slightly ragged expression as he rubbed a bruised shoulder. A fine layer of green mist still lingered around him, the result of his poisoned attacks on the heart. His fingers trembled slightly from the effort of controlling the poison and fending off the relentless assault of the forest. “I don’t know about you, but that was a lot tougher than I expected.”

Lockey gave a tired smirk, flexing his hand, which still tingled from the force of his last swing. “That heart didn’t want to go down easy.”

The forest around them had transformed drastically. The vibrant, green landscape they had entered earlier now looked drained and withered. Trees that once stood tall and proud had sagged, their leaves curling up and turning brown, as if the very life had been sucked out of them. The air, which had once carried the fresh scent of nature, was now heavy with the smell of rot and decay.

Lockey stepped forward, surveying the damage. The ground, once teeming with grass and flowers, was now cracked and barren, with patches of dried leaves scattered like forgotten remnants of a past beauty. The forest had lost its charm, now resembling a dying land, robbed of its vitality.

Pinnochi kicked a dead vine with his boot, watching it crumble into dust. “So much for a ‘beautiful forest,’ huh?”

Lockey glanced around, taking in the sight of the broken landscape. “It’s like the heart was the only thing keeping this place alive.”

They both stood in silence for a moment, the weight of their efforts settling in. The battle had taken more out of them than either was willing to admit—small cuts, bruises, and the throbbing ache of exhaustion now made themselves known. Both had pushed their powers to the limit to bring down the heart, and now, in the aftermath, the fatigue was hitting them hard.

Pinnochi brushed the dirt off his jacket, muttering under his breath. “We’d better not have to fight another one of those anytime soon.”

Lockey chuckled lightly, though it was tinged with weariness. “Agreed.”

Despite the damage around them, their victory was clear. The forest was no longer a threat, and ahead of them, past the dead trees and fallen vines, the path leading to the Beta Vault was now visible.

“We’re almost there,” Lockey said, nodding toward the distant opening.

Pinnochi followed his gaze, the hint of a grin returning to his face. “Let’s hope the next challenge is a bit more straightforward.”

Together, they moved forward, their steps slower now, but resolute. The beautiful forest was no more, but they had survived, and the Beta Vault was within reach.