CHAPTER 139: CHAPTER 139 - HIDDEN TREANT TERROR

Logan soared through the sky with his flame wings, still unable to actually fly with them but gliding was no longer a problem.

’I’ve just doomed them,’ he thought, clenching his jaw. ’Now I just need to get out of here.’

He glanced back at the forest and saw several massive trees shaking as the loud roars echoed through the air.

’Are those... Treants?’ he thought, eyes wide. ’They were this close the entire time?!’

Gritting his teeth, he shook his head. ’They put this on themselves.’

Even Logan hadn’t expected this as there hadn’t been a single mention of Treants in the dungeon report.

They might’ve been B-ranks, but he never expected them to be completely invisible to his mana sight either.

Feeling his wings grow unstable, Logan shook his head and quickly looked in front of him again.

’Concentrate,’ he thought, closing his eyes for a second to calm his emotions.

A few seconds later, he landed softly on the far side of the camp and immediately canceled both his advanced Flaming Body and Wings of Fire techniques.

He narrowed his eyes as he stared at the trees in front of him, unsure if they were treants or not.

’I better get out of this dungeon,’

he thought, an ominous chill running down his spine. ’Something doesn’t feel right.’

Back at the camp, Lucie, Anthony, and Adam were in despair as they glanced at the hill.

A massive tree now stood where their camp had been. The tree moved around, two massive eyes scanning the ground before reaching for two people who were frozen in fear.

It let out a strange sound as it scooped them up.

The treant lifted them to its midsection, where a massive hole opened.

Without hesitation, it pushed them inside and shut its mouth.

A sickening crunch echoed through the camp as blood started leaking out of its mouth.

It slowly turned toward the remaining group by the river, its mouth curling into a twisted smile.

Behind the hill, more treants rose slowly from the ground, their wooden limbs creaking as they shook off centuries of sleep.

’’Demons...’’ Lucie whispered, her face white as a ghost.

The first treant let out a strange sound, almost as if it was laughing at them.

Then it started moving, thick tree roots dragging its massive body towards the group.

Around it, dozens of serpents had gathered, some even slithering up its branches.

And they weren’t alone—several packs of Grass Wolves had been drawn by the scent, eyes glowing red as they charged the humans.

The group slowly backed away, raising their weapons even as the sweet scent clung to them.

’’Fuck this...’’ Adam mumbled, watching the treant getting closer.

He sprinted away without hesitation, leaving the rest of the group for dead.

Anthony’s mouth fell open, staring at Adam’s departing figure.

’’Take me with you!’’ Arla shouted, hatred and despair in her eyes. ’’Adam!’’

Anthony gritted his teeth.

He stared at the treant, gripping his chakrams tight.

’’There’s no way to win...’’ he whispered, shaking his head slightly.

He glanced at Lucie—and from the look in her eyes, she’d come to the same grim conclusion.

They exchanged a small nod and without hesitation, they turned around and sprinted after Adam.

As they ran, the screams and shouts from the group echoed through the forest, but they ignored it all.

’Whatever that bastard threw at us doesn’t matter,’ Anthony thought, anger coursing through him. ’He’ll pay for this outside.’

His expression darkened as the screams and shouts behind him died down, replaced by crunching sounds mixed with the roars from wolves.

By now, Logan had already made it most of the way to the dungeon entrance.

His eyes locked onto every tree on his path, worried there might be a treant among them.

Before long, he heard several loud roars on the opposite side of the river.

He froze in horror as he saw Adam, Lucie, and Anthony sprinting along the far shore, using what little mana they had left to escape the dozens of treants rising behind them.

"What... the hell did I trigger?" he muttered.

Suddenly, the ground around him started shaking violently as a couple of treants pulled themselves up.

Logan cursed under his breath and jumped back as a treant burst from the ground right in front of him.

’Three... already?’ he thought, eyes darting across the place.

’No...’ he watched in horror as dozens of treants all throughout the forest around him pulled themselves from the ground.

The treants’ eyes all locked on the opposite side of the shore. They released strange creaking noises before they started moving, the ground cracking and quaking under their sheer weight.

Logan’s eyes darted between the treants and Adam’s group, his mind racing.

’There’s no way I can take on dozens of B-rank treants,’ he thought, clenching his fist. ’I can’t die here.’

Without wasting a second, he went all in on a gamble.

He deactivated all mana-related techniques and held his breath as he climbed into the closest normal tree.

Logan gripped the branches tightly, afraid he’d slip and get spotted.

He slowly climbed to the top, just high enough to see across most of the forest.

His mouth was left agape as his body shivered. ’’Those aren’t just a few dozen treants,’’ he whispered.

The dungeon shook as more than a third of the forest’s trees ripped themselves from the ground and began to move.

’And there’s thousands of trees inside this dungeon.’

He watched in silence as the treants moved towards the river, their bodies sinking into the water like it was part of them.

In the deeper areas, only their upper branches were visible, but they kept moving forward.

It didn’t take long before the first treants crossed the river.

’Just what the hell did I unleash?’ he thought, eyes locked on the chaos. ’It’s like they’ve lost all reason.’

His mind spun with questions he didn’t have answers to.

Then, the tree beneath him began to tremble, not from movement nearby, but from something far deeper.

Deep inside the forest, a rumble echoed through a cave.

The treants nearby froze, their eyes locking onto the presence at the cave’s mouth.