“Caleb!”
He didn’t hear the familiar voice shouting at him from the battlefield.
After he had seen the creature made of roots moving into the forest, he could not focus on anything else. Ashleigh had said that the Dark Queen used roots just like the treants. She had fused herself with the sacred tree. Wasn’t it possible that the creature he had seen was her?
He couldn’t take the risk that she would find Ashleigh. He needed to get there first. But first, he needed to cut down all these beasts that blocked his path.
Caleb growled and gritted his teeth, pulling on the power that lived deep inside of him. He moved through the creatures, slicing and stabbing through them quickly until he felt the tight grip on his heart and lungs. The slithering sensation on his skin.
He paused, looking up into the trees. His silver eyes could almost see her. Ashleigh was in trouble.
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