Modern people living amid steel jungles seemed to find it difficult to grasp nature's fury. But if they found themselves in a Rainforest no different from those of prehistoric times, they would deeply understand that nature possessed supreme power: while nurturing all things, it could also destroy all things.
From the gathering of dark clouds to raindrops the size of beans crashing down, the entire process took less than a minute. A few dozen seconds later, fierce winds began to rise, and the entire rainforest took on a different appearance.
The once-vibrant jungle instantly became a green Hell. The shadows and reflections of plants resembled demons' claws and eyes. Once the adorable little animals vanished, all that remained was the tension of an approaching storm.
The three hurried upstream along the creek. As they walked, the man carrying a bow introduced himself. "My name is Oliver Queen, from Star City. I ended up here around three months ago..."
Arthur and Schiller each gave their names as well, but neither said much more. Or rather, they could not say much more. By then, the wind had grown quite strong, and simply keeping their heads down and walking was already exhausting.
"Wherever you came from, as long as you aren't those drug traffickers, we can work together. I built a shelter in a cave upstream. We need to get there and wait out the storm."
After that, none of them spoke. They simply kept their heads down and pressed onward. If Schiller had been alone, he could have flashed several times in succession and reached the destination quickly, but Oliver and Arthur clearly could not do that.
Even though the three rushed as fast as they could, when the tropical storm truly arrived, they still failed to reach the cave Oliver had