ConflictThe creature’s body looked not like a physical object, but a void. I could only tell how far away it was by the grass its long, thin arms touched as it ran toward us. Yet, somehow, it glowed red. No matter how it turned, a red aura surrounded it from its blocky head to its stick-like legs. I could not make sense of it.
But I didn’t give voice to my confusion—Andarta was busy. She clutched her staff tight as she kneeled. Her other hand glowed, and she pressed it against the ground.
Stalks of the long, thick grass grew and wrapped themselves around the creature’s ankles. The creature managed to pull one leg free and stumble forward, but the grass snaked up its other leg and anchored it to the ground.
The creature tore at the stalks. Leaves erupted in flame, but strong green fibre
