"Typically, they place items in nature that look very subtle but have a clear solution once you notice them. For example, a circle of stones where one is clearly missing and placed a distance away, or a hollow log shaped like a cup and a nearly perfectly round stone nearby. Some are more complicated or harder to see, but that's the idea," Zelda prattled.

In her carrying on, she did not notice a shifting in the trees. It was growing dark. Brutoks are small and quiet, have hollow eyes, and have the same smell as the trees around them. It had been some time since Zelda had acquired their curse without dispelling it. And now, she was in their territory.

Several dozen Brutoks descended from the trees, hissing and rattling, grabbing onto Zelda's limbs and clothes until their bark consumed her form. She let out a scream, trying to kick, to cast her holy light powers onto them, but it only deterred a few of them and she was quickly overwhelmed. They began to drag her off, ready to enact their foul transformation on her as soon as they could find a good place to plant her.