Aurianna spent her next thirty-six years, a third day, in the real world in a strange forest, which Carol left her in.
The forest had a gloomy look, but what made it more ominous were the branches, which appeared to be twisted into various weapons, some resembling guns.
"This is the forest of combat weapon trees,"Carol's warning echoed in Aurianna's mind as they stood together, "When they consume any form of weaponry, their body metamorphoses into that weapon, and they attack anyone who dares to enter their territory."
Carol's words sent chills down Aurianna's spine, and she looked around apprehensively, notching the trees were snoring. The forest seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy, and Aurianna's heart raced with excitement at the thrill of a new upcoming battle.
