Vines.
Staring at not just some small vines but huge ones, I fell into thought.
It was probably in my previous life—specifically when I was swallowed by the Demon Realm Gate shift and came to this world.
Timing-wise, around year two. About when I’d been separated from Murong Hee-ah and the group and was moving on my own.
“What are these vines…?”
After wandering and wandering in the forest for days.
A wrecked Murong Hee-ah and I were searching for a way out.
“No matter how I look, these vines seem to be the problem.”
“…The vines?”
Since we hadn’t been able to get out for days, Murong Hee-ah felt something was off about the forest, and judged these vines to be the cause.
I didn’t understand that.
“What about these vines?”
“In this forest, this is the only thing that obviously looks strange. It’s been days and we haven’t gotten out—haven’t even found a way out. Isn’t that…