The universe is full of magical things
This forest is denser than the ones in the Grounds, the trees towering higher above them. Knell presses closer to Asta as they walk so she doesn't lose him between the vibrant plants, but her eyes hold no such reluctance, scanning the undergrowth freely, touching each surface without fear or caution. She hadn't been able to properly appreciate the forest when they were here for the Feast, not when her focus had been on desserts and decorations. Now though, she traces the vegetation like she might sketch each leaf in detail when she has the time, like she can imprint each shade of green on her thoughts.
Knell pushes red hair from her face, wishing she were shifted so she could smell more than just the rich brown of soil. The rustle of leaves and small tracks through the undergrowth hint at more than just plants lurking in their proximity, and she wonders at the other world she can't currently perceive, just out of reach. There might even be people nearby, although she sees no signs to suggest that.
Unable to peel her eyes from their surroundings, she tilts her head up as she asks the Butcher, "Do you really think people can wake up a god?"
Knell pushes red hair from her face, wishing she were shifted so she could smell more than just the rich brown of soil. The rustle of leaves and small tracks through the undergrowth hint at more than just plants lurking in their proximity, and she wonders at the other world she can't currently perceive, just out of reach. There might even be people nearby, although she sees no signs to suggest that.
Unable to peel her eyes from their surroundings, she tilts her head up as she asks the Butcher, "Do you really think people can wake up a god?"
Knell
patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
