The ever-bright moon hung silently in the dark sky, filled with burning stars, illuminating everything below, where trees covered the land no man had ever set foot. It was a night so serene that no sounds could be heard—not the cry of insects nor the whisper of the wind.
Mysterious circles of light, each the size of a coin, danced in the air, yet the stillness remained unbroken. Mushrooms and flowers glowed with a brilliant blue, casting an ethereal chill that seemed to penetrate the souls of anyone who dared to wander.
The trees swayed viciously from side to side, their leaves abandoning their homes to drift down to the grass. Vegetation danced violently in the eerie silence, though it was not the wind's doing.
The mysterious lights gradually faded away, disappearing forever into the night, while the clouds in the sky gathered tightly together, as if conspiring to hide the moon. Yet the plants below remained, glowing even more brightly than before.
A secluded island, home to the enigmatic forest, vanished only to instantly reappear elsewhere, as unpredictable as the ever-changing weather. Meanwhile, in a small crack in the ground, a dark stem began to sprout. It grew slowly but steadily, rising until it reached the height of a broom.
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Waaah! Waa! Waah!
The forest, once silent, was suddenly filled with the cry of a newborn, reverberating through the sleeping trees.
In the middle of the island, where countless vines climbed and hung around a single tree—the oldest tree, which had witnessed countless lives being born and dying.
The dark stem, which had emerged from the depths, disconnected itself from the infant's abdomen. Slowly, it began to retreat back into the earth, but its strength faltered, and it dissolved into nothingness.
The sky grew darker, yet the forest seemed to glow brighter. But minute by minute, the mysterious lights dimmed and faded away, taking with them the out-of-place cries. The eerie silence reclaimed the forest.
For the final time, the abyss had birthed its spawn, yet this time was so different. Unlike its predecessors, the new spawn was alone when it first marked its presence in the world. It had no companions, no minions to command, and no demons to serve it, for only two months had passed since the war, and the abyss lacked the energy to fully renew the cycle. This was its final attempt—the last onslaught that would determine the fate of the world.
What the world did not know was that, somewhere, in a place so unknown and untouched by humans, a being capable of changing the world was beginning to shape its own destiny.
But above all else, it was hidden by the depth of the forest, preparing the land for the coming chaos. The abyss would no longer merely stare back; it would rise from its nest to claim all that it touched.