Saint Lucian reached the central part of the forest, his white robe flowing behind him despite the still air. The black crown atop his head gleamed as his unseen eyes surveyed the landscape ahead.
Before him were the massive root barriers, different from the northern and southern sections. Here, the roots were thicker, older, and more densely packed while also glowing with a faint light.
The forest shook violently.
Saint Lucian glanced left to see crimson light spread through the sky in that direction.
It was brilliant, terrible, unmistakable, and such a sight made him hum thoughtfully. I guess Vlad has already reached. Okay, then.
Saint Lucian's body began to shine, and then, behind him, a shape started manifesting. He began tapping into his Beast Spirit, Metataron.
The shape glowed in both black and white simultaneously, the two colors existing together without mixing or canceling.
