Amarant:Keep it up Steiner! They're slowly dying out...
Amarant and Steiner continued to demolish the zombie army. One by one they fell to the ground, the number slowly depleating. At this rate, they were all going to be exhausted by the time they reached Soulcage!
Something in Amarants head still wasn't sure if this all wasn't part of Garland's plan to kill them all off; he wouldn't put it past the evil old man...
*the healing spring is actually a poison fountain should the survivors drink from it they would get poisoned...after running for a long while you see the Lifa Tree in front of you*
Amarant:Hmm, this water looks a bit strange; I'm not touching it! At least the Lifa Tree is close...
The zombies were very slow and couldn't keep pace with the group, so they no longer posed much of a threat. It also gave everyone a chance to catch their breath; Soulcage was close, but undoubtedly there would be beats to kill before it...
Amarant:Everyone ready? I think this one's gonna be tough!
*As the survivors start to climb the Lifa Tree they hear the noise of a tree flying when they look up they spot two Stroppers they resemble giant trees and use their branches to slap they are Lv.40 each so beware they can use gradual petrify*
Amarant: Damn trees, they get in the way even when they're not moving!
Deciding to get the upper hand early, Amarant powered up and unleashed a massive Flare attack; heavily damaging one of the Stroppers. It was now fairly low on HP and looked angry. By it's movement, it was obvious that it was about to use gradual petrify...
Amarant: Oh crap...Quick everyone, jump onto the Stropper! It won't cast it on itself!
Upon saying this, the remaining Stropper used it's branch to slap Amarant around the back of the head, knocking him over. This one was powerful, it packed one hell of a punch!
*the last stropper tryes to whip the survivors off him and ends up finishing himself...the survivors reach an entrance to the inside of the Lifa Tree they spot some type of elevator which will take them on into the root...they prepare to descend*
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