C1270 Withering

The rustling sounds were very quiet, but it wasn't the sound of anything crawling. It was the sound of plants or trees withering. Right, it was the sound of trees withering.

As far as the eye could see, in this 100 miles of peach forest, perhaps even further, all of the trees were withering.

It was as if late autumn had suddenly arrived, yet the color was still dark green