In the Buffer Zone, a tall woman moved through the jungle.
Amid the low brush, she stood out conspicuously.
Above her head was a towering crown of foliage, like a giant umbrella that cast a patch of pitch-black shade beneath it.
In stark contrast to that peculiar hairstyle was her breathtakingly beautiful face.
Her snow-white, flawless features and elf-like pointed ears seemed to prove her connection to the elves.
Her tall, upright figure was covered in leaves.
Below her knees, her long snow-white legs gradually merged together, slowly turning dark brown as countless roots spread outward.
This woman had no feet at all. In their place were thick, twisted roots.
Like a walking tree, she strode unhurriedly across the vast land.
Her name was Gloria.
Most people preferred to call her the Goddess of Nature.
But Gloria no longer cared about titles.
She looked at her surroundings in confusion.
Where the hell did I end up?
Gloria only remembered that she had been running away with her luggage, heading for that delicious world she had had her eye on for ages.
So how had she ended up in this unfamiliar place in the blink of an eye?
Gloria's heart filled with fear.
Damn it, did I fall for some human scheme again?
She was practically about to cry.
I've been doing everything I can to avoid humans. Why are they still coming after me and setting fires?
Gloria still had some confidence in her own strength. If things had turned out like this, someone had definitely interfered.
The only thing she could be certain of was that this was definitely not the Dawn Continent.
Well. As long as it was not the Dawn Continent, everything was negotiable.
That place was simply too cursed. Every so often, one or two godslaying