((Goddamn it, it seems only Gummi is actually still playing here. I'll try and move the story along))
A gruff voice can be heard from the undergrowth. "You should really stop talking to yourself, woman. People will think you're crazy." a large white rabbit hops out of the bushes, giving you a surprisingly convincing glare with it's small black beady eyes. "What is it with people in this forest and talking to themselves?" Obviously both annoyed and busy, the rabbit hops onto it's business, searching the area for carrots. Other than this surprising encounter, no big, flashy or magical things outright jump out at you from anywhere, which is somehow unexpected. However, this calmness gives you a chance to properly observe your surroundings.

The trees are massive, reaching up hundreds of feet with trunks so wide you could carve a two-lane road through them, and the tree would keep standing. Like sky scrapers in their own right, a massive amount of foliage blocks out the sun and the sky completely, creating a roof formed from intertwining branches and a blanket of leaves. The area you're in would be thrown into complete darkness if it were not for the odd bulbs of luminescent plant life, seemingly hovering in mid-air, hundreds of small seemingly parasitic mushrooms growing on it's surface. They move slowly, giving an almost peaceful feeling, silently floating on their way. Long bundles of intertwined vines hang down from the great canopy, sporting a variety of fungi, some with a luminescence of their own in a variety of colors, as if shaped by the creative hand of an artist, and the very ground you're standing on is so thickly covered in roots, leaves and small plants that you can't feel the earth.

Occasionally, the large expanse is broken up by great pits in the ground, seemingly leading to an infinite black abyss shrouded in darkness. Amidst the bundles of plantlife gleaming scales of metallic materials can be seen, reflecting the lights so they almost seem to glow themselves. The smell of wet plants is overwhelming, and, indeed, small waterfalls fall along the trunks of trees, flowing into the ground and occasionally they rain down from slight holes in the canopy. Their clattering and rushing is the only sound that can be heard, and yet somehow it manages to only enhance the serene and peaceful silence. The whole place is so peaceful, one might easily fall asleep here, and you can feel even the chaotic nature of your broken soul being calmed, like a warm blanket covering your thoughts and senses.
((And from now, open-worldness. Feel free to explore this planet, travel to another, or involve yourself in the overarching plot of the Daemon.))
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As the great ships arrive at the scene of the battle between mithias and Bug, thousands upon thousands of cannons are aimed at the group. Ships with faces staring out with strength and determination, their eyes glowing with green energy, the main ship topped with a giant drill, easily the size of a small island, the main ship itself the size of a small moon. It seems to ooze power, even with the massive gashes in it's great armor. Many of the ships are scanning the area, as advanced science can be seen checking the area for possible threats. All the while, the cannons remain ready to fire at the dangerous individuals floating in space, dwarfed by the fleet.