The infant skeleton named Little Little Red ran into a forest of blackwood trees in the blink of an eye.
Blackwood was an incredibly tall kind of tree. Walking through this forest made entirely of blackwood, humans would feel as though they had entered the Land of the Little People. With its luxuriant branches and leaves blotting out the sky, the entire blackwood forest was gloomy and eerie, like a ghostly realm.
Sanders strolled through the woods without a care, ignoring the figures that flickered into view from time to time amid the blackwood forest.
Those figures looked like specters. They were incredibly fast, their eyes glowing green, making for a terrifying sight within the pitch-black forest. Yet Sanders knew perfectly well that these ghostly figures were actually a True Illusion trick used to monitor disturbances in the woods.
Such a familiar method was undoubtedly Su Mishi's handiwork.
They're only trick-level True Illusion phantoms. It seems Su Mishi's injuries really are severe this time, Sanders mused.
Before long, Little Little Red led Sanders to a fork in the road, stopped, and turned to look at him, seemingly trying to convey something.
One glance was enough for Sanders to know that this so-called fork was a psychological suggestion within an illusion, compressing one's current choice into either going left or going right.
But in truth, neither choice was right. The exit was not at the fork.
Sanders took a step forward in the direction opposite the fork. With a gentle tap of his finger, the densely packed blackwood trees seemed to come alive, suddenly parting to reveal a narrow winding path.
Clutching its rose garland excitedly, Little Little Red dashed down the path.
Over the next ten minutes, Sanders encountered this sort of fork several times. Some came with psychological suggestions,