Arizel is kneeling down to glowing creature in which it seems to be some sort of spirits. You take your eyes off of him to admire how majestic the forest look, it’s as if you’re dreaming. But when you look back at him. He’s in your face with a blade that was obviously insanely sharp but looked as if it was made of leaves let yourself be know. Or let yourself be put down. I am the protector of these forests and I take my role seriously.
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