On Damian's shoulder, the mushroom cried out in panic, "Dodge it! I don't want to die!"
Damian needed no reminder. With his regained strength and heightened abilities, he swiftly reacted, his muscles propelling him away from the Trent's impending attack. The burst of potency surged through his legs as he evaded the danger.
Despite the Trent's attack having a wide range due to its imnse hand size, it was still sluggish compared to Damian's agility. His blood absorption skill had restored his body to its full power, granting him heightened attributes and quick reflexes.
As Damian distanced himself from the Trent, a dilemma arose in his mind. Should he retaliate or hold back? What if his counter-attack attracted more Trents to his location? He was certain that Trents were ant to protect the forest, and he had done nothing to provoke their anger.
The Trent addressed the mushroom with a hoarse voice, its tone resembling that of an old man. "Is this human your friend? Is he causing you harm?"
For a fleeting mont, the mushroom contemplated betraying Damian, claiming that he was indeed causing harm. However, the thought of facing a terrible demise at Damian's hands and uncertainty about the Trent's ability to defeat him led the mushroom to accept his fate once again.
"He's a friend," the mushroom responded, its voice tinged with resignation.
The Trent fixated its gaze on Damian for a few lingering seconds before uttering, "I will inform the others not to attack you, then."
With those words, the Trent reverted to its natural state, seamlessly blending into the surrounding forest, appearing as an ordinary tree once more.
Relieved that the Trent had chosen not to attack, Damian felt a surge of gratitude towards the mushroom for its reluctant cooperation. He understood that their chances of survival in this formidable jungle would be significantly higher with the protection of the Trents.
With cautious steps, Damian proceeded deeper into the dense foliage, the mushroom perched on his shoulder as his silent guide. The forest seed to whisper secrets with every rustle of leaves and every flicker of sunlight filtering through the canopy above.
As they ventured onward, Damian couldn't help but notice the presence of other mystical creatures lurking in the shadows. Glowing eyes peered at him from hidden nooks, creatures with glistening scales slithered through the undergrowth, and the symphony of unseen creatures filled the air with their lodic calls.
The mushroom on his shoulder occasionally provided brief explanations about the creatures they encountered. It seed to possess knowledge about the forest's denizens, though Damian couldn't help but wonder how a tiny mushroom acquired such information.
Hours turned into days as Damian and his newfound companion traversed the treacherous jungle, navigating through winding paths and overcoming obstacles along the way. Each step brought them closer to their goal: escaping this bewildering floor of the Skyfall Tower.
Damian successfully evaded most of the combat encounters, thanks to the guidance of the mushroom and the protective nature of the Trents. As they reached the exit of the jungle, the unobstructed sunlight bathed Damian's entire body, filling him with a profound sense of tranquility. He gazed at the vast horizon, realizing that they had entered a vast plain. The open landscape provided better visibility, allowing Damian to spot potential threats or landmarks from a distance.
However, an unsettling truth dawned on him. Despite the expanse before him, there seed to be nothing of note. The plain was sparsely dotted with a few scattered trees, devoid of any discernible features. No matter how far Damian's gaze stretched, the landscape remained unchanged.
Puzzled, Damian voiced his question, breaking the silence, "Where are we?"
The mushroom, perched on his shoulder, responded, "I've never ventured beyond the forest."
Damian pondered for a mont before asking, "Could the portal to exit this floor be hidden within the jungle?"
The mushroom shook its tiny head. "I don't believe so. The portal to enter this floor may be located within the jungle, but you arrived here by other ans. Besides, even if you were to find the entrance portal, you can't return using the sa path. You must find an alternative exit."
Curiosity piqued, Damian inquired, "How do you possess this knowledge?"
The mushroom, with a touch of pride, explained, "Well, I've delved into the minds of past explorers of the tower, much like yourself. That's how I gained so insights. Although, it has been so long that I'm beginning to forget the details."
Surprised by the revelation, Damian's brows furrowed. The Skyfall Tower was touted as a recent construction, with the highest known floor being the 28th or maybe the 29th, considering Damian's stay of a few days. If the mushroom had interacted with previous adventurers, could it an that soone had indeed reached the 38th floor before?
Seeking clarification, Damian asked, "How long have you encountered these individuals?"
The mushroom paused, as if reminiscing, before responding, "Well, it was a long ti ago. You are the first human I have seen in one hundred years or more."
The realization sent a shiver down Damian's spine. The tower held mysteries and secrets far deeper than he had initially anticipated.
As Damian continued his exploration, the enigma of the tower's true purpose deepened, leaving him even more perplexed. However, he knew he couldn't dwell on those thoughts indefinitely. His priority was to find an exit from the floor and move forward.
Determined to press on, Damian utilized his Telekinesis ability to levitate himself, propelling himself forward in search of any distinguishing features or signs of an exit.
"Whoa, you can fly? How is that possible?" the mushroom exclaid, astonished by Damian's newfound ability.
Although Damian found the mushroom's astonishnt odd, he dismissed it and focused on the task at hand. "I won't divulge that information to you. After all, you did try to kill ," he responded coldly.
The mushroom's voice carried a hint of remorse as it pleaded, "That's all in the past now. Co on!"
Ignoring the mushroom's plea, Damian's gaze fixed on sothing in the distance, prompting him to co to a halt mid-air. The mushroom, following Damian's line of sight, also locked its eyes on the sa sight.
"G-Giants? Here? Could the tower have teleported to this location due to my bloodline?" Damian's mind raced with thoughts and questions.
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