Black Forest (Another chapter in the afternoon)

In a dense forest, the moonlight cast a silvery sheen over the uppermost layer of leaves. But because the branches and foliage grew too thickly, they blocked out all the moonlight below, leaving the trunks in pitch darkness. Only scattered coin-sized patches of light flickered in and out with the breeze.

That was how the Black Forest got its name.

And not only at night—even during the day, it was exceedingly dim here.

Yet that night, a rustling sound suddenly came from the silent Black Forest, as though someone were stepping on the thick carpet of fallen leaves, then snapping dead branches beneath their feet.

The sudden noise startled birds and nocturnal animals, sending them fleeing from their hiding places to other shelters they considered safer... For a brief moment, the silent Black Forest gained a little life.

"This place is really hard to walk through." Kyle pulled his foot out of a soft pile of leaves and could not help complaining.

"It's always been like this. Once you get used to it, you won't sink in anymore," Newt's voice came from beside him.

He seemed very familiar with the Black Forest. Every time, he found clean, solid ground beneath his feet and moved nimbly between the trees.

Unlike Kyle, whose feet sank into leaf piles every few steps, and who had nearly walked into trees several times.

"I don't like it here!" Kyle sighed.

"Most wizards don't," Newt said. "The trees here are so dense that they greatly affect spell accuracy. The threat of spells is weakened to its lowest point, and no matter how many people come, it won't help. But that is precisely why this place has become a favorite stronghold for certain dark creatures."

"So there really are werewolves here?" Kyle asked.

"Not only are there,