As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the forest, Wei Xi and Yan Jin finally allowed themselves to slow down. They had been running all day, their bodies pushed to the limit, but now they found some semblance of safety near a giant woven tree. This particular tree, with its emerald leaves and thick, interwoven branches, was known for its peculiar properties. According to the bestiary, the green woven tree was friendly to humans, emitting a sweet scent that deterred predators—so long as it was fed pastries.
Yan Jin had ensured they had a few pastries in their supplies, and as they rested beneath the sheltering branches, he tossed one into the roots of the tree. Almost immediately, the air around them filled with a gentle, soothing fragrance, easing their tension. The tree responded to the offering with a faint rustling of its leaves, a subtle but reassuring sign that they were safe, at least for now.