The deeper you walk into the forest, the more lifeless it becomes. The colors have begun to fade, as if drained straight from the bark and soil. It’s no wonder this place is called the “Decaying Woods”—a wasteland born from the encroachment of hell itself and their relentless energy drain over absolutely every single living being.

At this pace, in only a few weeks, the entire forest will be nothing but a barren husk. It’s hard to believe anyone could still live here.

But “hard to believe” does not mean “impossible.”

Your march is interrupted by a sudden scream echoing from the north. Sounds like a desperate woman, ragged and crying for help.

Your instincts react faster than your thoughts, and before you realize it your steps are already rushing toward the sound.

After a frantic sprint, you find yourself before the remnants of a small village.

Collapsed huts, broken fences, scattered belongings. All devoured by decay. It must have been a victim of the invasion.

The scream pierced the forest again, sharper now, just beyond a line of fallen huts. You rush once again...

Then it happened.

You step down on a patch of moss, a thin cord snapped beneath the weight. A hidden pouch burst open, releasing a hiss of a strange pink sweet-smelling vapor that enveloped the air around you.

Your chest tightened. Muscles seized. The scent was cloying, dizzying, your pulse quickened as if fire ran through your veins.

Before you could force your limbs to move, a weighted net dropped from above, crashing onto your shoulders. The cords constricted with brutal force, dragging you to the ground.

You can hear footsteps approaching while they laugh at your miserable situation.

Tribal Succubus (Green): "Heh... heh! Man stupid! Man stupid! Caught easy! We fuck till bones break!"

She yanks at the net with savage force, her nails scraping against your clothing as if eager to tear it away.

Tribal Succubus (Yellow): "You fell right into my trap. Paralyzing poison... fufu~"

She jumps off one of the mangled girls, landing right in front of you as she seeks to disarm you, from weapons any possible runes.

"You know, coming to this part of the forest was not so viable for other human tribes. So the fact that you're here makes things better, on the bright side.... you'll leave this world with a big smile on your face~."