On the fifth night of Yveta's defense of the city,
while all the human defenders were asleep, and even the Children of the Forest were lost in slumber, Pan suddenly left the Children of the Forest's camp.
The Forest Duke Pan's back disappeared into the darkness.
But what Pan didn't know was that, not long after he left, the most inconspicuous leader of the Children of the Forest's branches—the Minotaur Great Alliance Leader—suddenly rose from his bed and fixed a cold gaze on Pan.
"The Ancient Souls' suspicions were right after all."
"Pan has another force backing him. They made him Forest Duke merely to keep a closer eye on him."
The Minotaur Great Alliance Leader thought it over. He wasn't confident he could escape the Agricultural and Pastoral Ancient Soul's notice. Everything in the forest was a spy for the Agricultural and Pastoral Ancient Soul.
If the Ambrose Plain hadn't already ceased to be a forest, he wouldn't have dared stand up. He would have had no choice but to pretend to be asleep.
The Minotaur had no choice but to lie down again, wondering who stood behind the Agricultural and Pastoral Ancient Soul.
Why had Pan left the army at a time when the Children of the Forest's forces were being weakened by the plague?
Meanwhile, the Agricultural and Pastoral Ancient Soul first made his way to a pile of stones far from human habitation, then passed through a small grove.
The grove wasn't made up of redwoods. It contained Angiosperm tree species that had appeared after humans came to the Ambrose Plain: ginkgoes, camphor trees, jujubes, and so on.
A green light glimmered in the depths of the grove, where several indistinct figures appeared.
Pan raised his left hand. A gray stone ring adorned his finger.
Now