"Besides that bird, what else is up there?" Charles asked the one-armed guide, looking up at the purple mist that was constantly being torn apart.
"There's another kind of invisible Monster. We can't see them, and even if we don't go near the forest, they'll still appear on our ships and kill our crewmates."
As she spoke, a trace of fear appeared in her eyes. She touched her severed arm with her good hand as if recalling something terrifying.
"The bodies of the dead all have torn wounds, as if someone carefully ripped the flesh from the bone. My hand was torn off by it. I could feel many small hands wrenching my fingers apart. I have no idea what it was.
"It doesn't just attack us. It even goes after those birds.
"There's also a kind of hollow, blue 'fish.' It doesn't attack us—it just opens its large mouth and constantly swallows the green mist above the forest..."
