"Wuwa, wuwa, wuwa~!" the Mudling repeatedly jabbed with his finger in all cardinal directions, but the colorful forest remained somber and quiet, which made the scene even more eerie.1

The tense crew instinctively moved closer to each other and formed a tight formation with their guns pointed at the woods around them. They could feel that something had gone awry.0

What is he doing? Could all these trees be Ropelings? Charles started pondering over where the wuwas were, and it didn't take long for him to receive an answer as his keen ears picked up rustling noises from the nearby woods.0

A brown jute rope descended from a tree branch and swayed side to side with the inertia. Its appearance signaled the beginning of something more sinister. More and...0