The forest was abnormally quiet on this day, too quiet for the battles that ravaged it at different ends.
The only sound that could be heard was that haunting tone, more audible in some areas than others.
For these glades at the very heart of the forest, the sound of that haunting tone was too far off to be heard.
But of course, the same could not be said for its effects.
It should have been dawn already, yet the entire forest was still cast in the darkness of night.
Not that Jian minded the darkness, it was a good night to rage.
And the fight Jian craved, Jian knew he would get for from the cover of trees, Jian could no longer just sense him, but he could now see him...it,
With the likeness of a man, the troll golem was exactly as Neveah had described it to be, a perfect camouflage.
Had Jian known nothing of its camouflage, he would easily have passed right by it and missed it, mistaking it for a man.
