<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #00BFBF">The entrance of the forest soon arrives, and so does the bright white disc in the midnight-blue sky. She heads back with the Forest God and crosses rivers, streams, landscapes, cliffs, hills; All the while sneaking past the dangers, mischiefs, and the menaces of the mythical wildlife, fire-breathing and scaly winged creatures, multiple-limbed beasts, mega faunas, and elemental beings. However, instead of making a beeline for home, she made with haste to go to the cave of radiating, luminescent crystals to meet up with her demonic associate. All the while, the night was getting restless, for the other half of the forest has awaken. Terrorizing beasts known in tales, were-beings, disastrous spirits, and demons have all arisen to rule the night – all whom would love to fill strife in the dark murkiness with a passion. Passing by a forestry of weeping willows, she finally arrives to the Cave of Baldev.<br/><br/>~*~*~*~<br/><br/>Having escaped from his entrapment, he was already back at the ancient crystal cave. He sits on a bed of clover and leans on a wall.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">An ‘untrue fiend’ on a liquorice-black horse enters the crystalline mouth of the hollow within the deep narrow ditch. She jumps off and sits down on another bed of clovers, letting the horse lie down and rest in a corner. The two discuss over the many aspects of pulling through their predicament over their difficult and thin line of options.</span><br/><br/>Leviath speaks, “The execution of reacquiring our abilities is roughly and utterly unattainable with our current state and whatnot. They might as well just finish us off – it’s as if we’re the remaining thieving foxes to hunt down, the foxes who ran into the coops and slaughtered the dozens of their prized foul lives … of their ancestry.”<br/><br/>“It is what we had to carry out as our mission for one of our commander’s orders.”<br/><br/>“Eh, you are right. I wonder if the person’s been slain yet … or still in hiding. I have a hunch that the commander might still be alive, ‘cause you know ….”<br/><br/>“Yes yes.”<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The two remain silent, as the crystal lights continue to dim with less brightness as the night lives on. The two eventually tire.</span><br/><br/>Leviath speaks to the demon, “It would be pleasant to run the world with red again ….”<br/><br/>~*~*~*~<br/><br/>The tiny fox-squirrel vanishes into the luxuriant foliage once again. He gives up on his search for the human, and heads back to the abandoned kingdom where Leviath would occasionally visit. He bumps open the windows with his nose and hops in, sleeping on a thick, cozy, and wooly blanket.<br/><br/>~*~*~*~<br/><br/>As the serpent makes a quiet saunter down the dusky woodlands, she eventually spots the giant wolf – but even if the nonchalant snake was more bigger than the voracious canine, the two  sharp-of-mind and divine monsters did not enforce their battle without  brute force on defending their imperative existences. Tears, snarls, hisses, barks, bites, struggles, coughing, wheezing, and the spilling of blood – the vicious ferociousness is only a miniscule event of the forest that constantly ensues throughout the land.<br/><br/>~*~*~*~<br/><br/>Finding a spot to rest, she climbs up a tree and sits atop of a branch. Isabelle, with delicate hands, unhooks the complicated and tiny silver chains and places her ruby pendant in her bag. From smooth human skin to an orange, fluffy, feline pelt, she soon morphs into a small cat. With her mouth, she drags her bag to have the straps hang on the tree’s limb. She lies down to curl up and doze off for the night.<br/><br/>~*~*~*~<br/><br/>In hiding they were, all in their disguises of predators, monsters, or even butterflies - but their numbers have only increased. Many of their members have been killed by the Forest God, and by other means as well, but more were sent and they were all still lurking and rustling a great deal in the nights of the forest - some resting, some alert, some lost. Even so, they were all intent on making the final vengeance to the many within this forest – especially on those who they’ve been searching for with tenacity and with a lengthy amount of time.<br/><br/>They will not miss this chance – even the most rash actions will be accepted in order to put a heinous and atrocious end to the ones – or anyone - who dare to step in their way to their fiery path of eternal rein.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0040">Nevertheless, the abiding and lonely night, with no one else to join its madness, grips with its stretched white claws of fluffiness onto the morning’s rising orange dawn, desiring to drag it down with it, to make it stay and linger with it in the eternal darkness for just little while longer – but the morning swipes away the night’s grasp. The morning roars with a mighty gale, empowering the bright rays of warmth be fully revealed to the world below it.</span></div>