⚔️Serberia

The past night was restless. Anselm had a nightmare in which the trees whipped him with their branches, and their roots wrapped around the boy's legs. Waking up in the morning, he cheered himself up with the thought that it was temporary and all because of that forest skirmish. At the same time, the swordsman noted the amusing fact that in their world, one could die from seemingly ordinary things, such as a stone or a tree, even if they came to life.
After finishing all his morning chores, he went to the church.