[The glow is stronger, brighter, the move she follows. Is the end of the path near?
There are sounds that become more noticeable, but are still so distant, echoing in the wood--clashing, clanging, the huffs and grunts of activity. Screams.
She might notice the green is beginning to be tinged with red.
And should she push that final distance through the trees to the end of the forest--
--there will be death. Bodies everywhere. A battlefield. People fighting, killing each other. The battlefield is strew with blood, bodies, and the air of death and desperation. Everyone wants to live. Everyone wants to fight.
Swords clash as samurai fights samurai.
And the end will come for her if she does not avoid the blade aimed at her back.]