"Then how do we get across?"
Ibrayin frowned and asked.
Hugo showed a contemplative expression, first having the two step back, then raising his magic wand. After taking a deep breath, he softly chanted a spell.
A greenish-blue light emerged from the tip of the wand.
The deep red soil on the ground spontaneously rose, forming three shapes: a sparrow, a worm, and a palm-sized humanoid clay figure.
The clay sparrow spread its wings and flew, the worm burrowed into the ground, and the clay figure tiptoed forward like a thief, trying to sneak through the gaps between the flesh vines.
However, it was all in vain.
The rose flowers growing on the surface of the flesh vines suddenly shot out dozens of thin flower threads that looked like tiny sinews, wrapping the clay sparrow and the clay figure tightly, dragging them back forcefully.
The roses fully bloomed, revealing their true form underneath.
