Man, I was really hoping to get some rest.
I awoke with a start, the booming roar was both startling and relieving.
'At least that means I'm not alone here' I thought while rising up.
The roar definitely came from above, so the chances that I was fighting a ground based monster were slim.
The dense vegetation around me made it hard to get a good look at the creature in the sky, all I really managed to spot were two large patchy wings in the distance.
I weighed the pros and cons of chasing after the creature before eventually deciding against it.
There was no way that I'd be able to catch up to it with my current running speed, nor was there any point in doing so. Whatever was in the distance could wait until morning.
*****
The next day I traveled east towards where I last heard the sound.
Strapping the short swords to my waist and back with vines, I walked silently in the dense forest.
Once again I was disturbed by the lack of life, the lack of ambient noise, the absence of anything that would signal that this forest thrived.
It felt like a massive paradox, a denial of the natural order.
This unnatural forest reeked of something powerful, something strong enough to sustain an entire ecosystem by itself.
I buried my unease once more and continued exploring the forest.
It was a seemingly endless expanse of green, lush trees; one couldn't help getting lost.
I walked and walked.
Traveling to what I assumed to be the center of the forest.
I stepped into a massive clearing, flower swirling in a symphony of different colors.
The sight before my eyes, a testament to the forest's unnatural vitality.
With no trees to block out this vast field of flowers, this ethereal garden shone in the light of the sun.
It was reminiscent of the First Horn Gerd's inner world, a calm peaceful plane, unchanging and steadfast.
In the center of this massive clearing was a tree so beautiful it gave me pause.
No matter what I say, the majesty and scale of the tree in front of me was difficult to put into words.
Its leaves shined in the sunlight, a kaleidoscopic light emanating off of it. Its branches were an ivory white, with a metallic sheen that spoke of the tree's natural durability. It was massive, too, forcing one to look up in order to grasp the size of this unnatural organism.
As I looked closer, near the roots of the tree, large cocoon shaped structures dotted the ground in front of it.
The whole thing stunk of something foreign, it felt alien, like an invader that had rooted itself in a place it didn't belong.
This was becoming more and more reminiscent of a star tomb, the resting place of a transcendent, an endless dream.
I stared at the unnatural entity before me and drew one of the four swords I had taken from the corpses. The steel of the sword screeching unnaturally, the sword's voice protesting loudly for no one but myself to hear.
My gaze sharpened, the shrill screeching of my blade growing louder and louder, the color of my soul manifesting in a shade of deep purple.
But before I could commit to an attack, before I could move another step, the ground started to quake.
Near the tree's roots, the cocoons on the floor ripped open, the smell of rotting flesh overriding the fragrant aroma of flowers.
Claws ripped through the veil holding them back.
Moldy Wings unfurled, spreading spores and rot, tainting the once sacred looking field.
Multiple pairs of glassy clouded eyes locked onto my position, and one by one, undead wyverns climbed from their resting places, exuding malice.
'Are you fucking kidding me' I thought
'The last thing I fought was that cursed rot infested bastard, and you're telling me that somehow his extended family somehow found me in this new world???'
I cursed silently in my mind, readying a technique that I hadn't used in ages.
It was an ancient, secret technique, one so old that I had forgotten of its existence.
The single remaining star of my grand constellation, the star of memory, lit up in anticipation, bathing this new body in its platinum light in preparation for the devastation I was about to release.
The technique of one of the ancient star families would reveal itself to the world once more.
The sword in my hands protesting loudly, filling the air with a dangerous high-pitched squeal.
At that moment, my technique unfolded in front of my undead audience, my legs becoming a blur as I charged...
Straight back into the forest.
'You think I'm stupid?'
'I'm fucking booking it'
Joestar secret technique: RUN AWAY!!!!