The Ancient Forest. It's said that the hero of legends, who lived eons ago, was the only person able to explore the depths of the forest. The forest consists of 7 layers. Even the ancient hero was only able to make it to the end of the fifth layer before having to retreat.

Akihito raises his hand, stopping his party before they can go further. "We're about to enter the fifth layer," he says in a hushed tone. They've been working through the forest for over a month now, carefully mapping the layers and looking for any treasures or knowledge that might help them on their journey.

"It's said the old god: Imito, cast the first yokai into the fifth layer. The strongest of them fought for claim of the deeper layers, while the weaker monsters left the forest to escape their rampage," Etsuko explains quietly.

Sumire punches a fist into her open palm, a smirk spreading her face. "What are we waiting for, then? Let's go beat some yokai ass."

Habiki shakes his head with a sigh. "Sumire, Sumire, Sumire," he chides with a sigh. "If only you were half as smart as you are beautiful."

Akihito sighs. "Alright, alright, let's break it up. We're going to camp here tonight, right at the edge of the fifth layer. That way, we can adjust to the mana pressure and can watch for any new monsters."