Yeah… there’s no way I’m getting through this.After traveling through almost the whole night—with only a single short break so the Narians could take a two-hour nap—they finally reached the edge of the Forest of Spirits in the morning. With the local Autumn now in full swing, the place had grown even more yellow than when Arthur last saw it.Yellow leaves. Yellowed barks. Flowers in every possible shade of yellow. And hell, even the grass became a bit yellowish. Not the sickly, dying kind, though.Aside from the shift in color, the woods didn’t really give any other indication that it was Autumn. Bushes and trees were still full of leaves, while the flowers looked like they were having the time of their life growing larger and stronger. Whatever winter was supposed to come next, nothing here seemed to care.A small part of Arthur wanted to ask Nadia how seasons even worked on this planet, but the rest of his attention was fixed on a much more pressing matter.As he had already observed, there was no way in hell he could use this forest to reach the Kingdom. It was simply too dense. Trees, bushes, and other flora were everywhere. Without destroying everything in his path with some well-placed HEs, he would get stuck sooner or later.Shit, Arthur grumbled, glancing at every nearby Narian.They had noticed the problem too. Several of them shot him uneasy looks, including Garth and Asteria, who had been speaking in hushed whispers ever since they stopped at the forest’s edge. He could only guess what was going through their heads.“Hey, (...)