"If we could take this ebony back, how many Magic Arrows could we make?" Ade stood at the edge of Ebony Forest, stroking a pitch-black trunk with longing in his eyes and excitement in his voice.
He had recently become obsessed with researching Explosive Arrows, and ebony's toughness and magical affinity made it a perfect material.
Ang rode a Magic Broom, hovering in midair as his gaze swept over the dark forest. His tone was steady. "This is demon territory. If we want ebony, we'll have to take this place first."
He paused, glanced at Ade, and curled his lips faintly. "Still, it never hurts to dream."
A trace of regret flashed through Ade's eyes. He scratched his head and said quietly, "Sir, I want to chop down a few pieces of ebony first and take them back to practice with. Is that okay?" His voice was cautious, filled with expectation.
Ang pondered for a moment, then nodded. "Fine, but don't go deep into the forest. Cut only at the edge."
He raised a hand and pointed toward the outskirts of Ebony Forest, his tone carrying a stronger warning. "Be careful."
Ade grinned and eagerly urged his Magic Broom downward, landing at the forest's edge.
The others spread out, watching their surroundings vigilantly and preparing for any sudden danger.
Ade selected several straight ebony trees, took a short axe from his Magic Waist Pouch, and eagerly swung it down.
Yet the axe blade left only a shallow white mark on the ebony's surface. Even after a long while, he could not fell a single tree.
His face flushed with embarrassment, and fine sweat seeped from his forehead. He muttered, "This wood is way too hard..."
Watching from afar, Ang shook his head helplessly and called to Gweny, "Gweny, give him