Xerxes' Worries

Soaring through the air of the dark forest was a peculiar creature that was made of wood and leaves. Every time it flapped its wings which were made of fresh green leaves, a calming rustling sound was created.

"Oh, he is like a child who is on his first time in an amusement park," Luis murmured. Seeing the little tree spirit moving blissfully, made him realize that adding wings is a good decision.

Luis tried hard not to look at the snake's head or else he would only imagine a flying dildo.

Anyway, they are on their way to Woodrill Plains.

Xagrien, Luis and Xerxes are riding the broad back of Baku. Meanwhile, the little tree spirit is currently enjoying his new body by flying around the Middle Circle.

"I want to go inside," Luis blankly said to no one in particular. Especially not the hunk sitting behind him.

What he was referring to in his statement was Baku's throat. Or Baku's interior compartment to put it in a more decent way.