Chapter 82: Into the Depths

The Mistwood Forest loomed before Eric and Shadow, a place of ancient enchantment and untold secrets. Its vast expanse sprawled across the horizon, cloaked in a shroud of mist and mystery. The towering trees formed a thick canopy overhead, casting long shadows that danced eerily in the subdued light.

Eric's heart quickened with anticipation as he took in the awe-inspiring sight. The Mistwood was known to have four distinct zones—the outer zone, inner zone, middle zone, and the forbidden restricted zone. It was common knowledge that the deeper one ventured, the greater the danger that awaited. Many had entered with dreams of exploration, but few had ever returned, and none had made it to the middle zone.

As planned, Eric was set to explore the outer zone, specifically focusing on areas that remained relatively safe for someone of his level. He recalled the wealth of information he had gathered in preparation for this journey and steeled his resolve. This adventure was about gaining experience and leveling up, not recklessness.

Before delving into the depths of the forest, Eric and Shadow paused to savor a simple breakfast. Eric enjoyed fruits and milk packed lovingly by his mother, while Shadow savored the remains of his last successful hunt. The food items were perfectly preserved in the storage bag Seraphina had given Eric. Still, the thought of an unlimited, frozen-time item box, like those found in some of his favorite manga, flitted through his mind.

With their sustenance replenished and their spirits high, Eric took a moment to check his status. A blue panel materialized before him, revealing vital information:

- Name: Eric Alaric Emberhart

- Age: 9

- Race: Human

- Class: ?

- Skills: Imagine (EX) [Hidden], Memory [SSS], Elemental magic [4], Telekinesis [5], Runes [3], Swordsmanship [6]

- Level: 6

- HP: 350/350

- MP: 200/200

- Strength: 58

- Defense: 31

- Agility: 44

- Dexterity: 61

Eric's analytical mind assessed his stats. Though impressive, he couldn't help but wish for more. The memory of leveling up after his first encounter with a monster lingered in his mind. Gaining experience and improving his stats was a driving force behind his journey into the Mistwood.

As someone who had retained memories from a past life, Eric yearned for skills commonly found in manga protagonists. In particular, he coveted the "Eyes of Analysis," a skill that provided detailed information about anything within his sight. It was a tool that would be invaluable in uncharted territories like the Mistwood.

Double-checking his equipment—an iron sword gifted by Alaric, leather armor for protection, the storage bag for provisions, and Shadow's harness and silvered claws—Eric ensured that everything was in place. With the tent packed, the duo set forth on their first solo adventure into the depths of the Mistwood Forest.

As they entered the forest's embrace, the world around them transformed. The towering trees closed in, creating a shadowy labyrinth that filtered the moonlight into fragmented beams. Faint mist swirled around the trunks, giving the forest an eerie, ethereal quality.

"Shadow," Eric whispered, his voice reverent, "this place is unlike anything I've ever seen. It's as though we've stepped into another realm."

Shadow, always attuned to Eric's moods, responded with a low, rumbling growl—a sound that seemed to convey understanding and caution. His eyes gleamed with watchfulness as they navigated the winding forest paths.

Their journey led them through a maze of ancient trees and gnarled roots. The forest floor was a tapestry of moss and fallen leaves, each step muffled by the dense undergrowth. The occasional hoot of an owl or rustle of leaves added to the sense of otherworldly wonder.

Eric and Shadow ventured deeper, keeping a vigilant eye on their surroundings. The outer zone, while less perilous than the depths of the Mistwood, still held its own share of dangers. Eric's senses were keenly attuned, and he frequently scanned the area for signs of movement or danger.

As the day wore on and the forest continued to weave its mysteries around them, Eric couldn't help but marvel at the sheer scope of the Mistwood's beauty and danger. It was a place of wonder and peril, a realm of ancient enchantment, and they were but small travelers on a vast and untamed path.

With the sun casting dappled shadows through the canopy, they pressed onward, ready to embrace the challenges and wonders that awaited them in the heart of the Mistwood Forest.