Soon, the leaves fell off the trees. It started snowing and it was obvious to anyone who had more sense than a hairdryer, that it was Winter. Everything seemed strange now. The trial that was expected had not come yet.

Exploring won't enhance your chance.

The barrier had returned. But it was now a few feet into the forest. In this cold weather, we hope you won't die.

Or we'll need new test subjects.

I bet you'll never guess what the next trial will be. And if you do,

No more forest for you, dirty cheater.

The time of the next trial is coming closer.

This will not end easily.