The ground was shaking violently.
Chris and Quax were terrified to their bones.
The two of them were still tied down by the thin brown roots that crawled all over their bodies, coming from the ground below them, and binding their bodies tightly.
Each of their arms were also held tightly together, behind their backs.
Chris was tensed. His heart was throbbing hard and fast against his chest, as he desperately swept his gaze all around him, trying to figure out why the branches were shaking, and the tall trees swinging violently around them.
Up in the air above where Chris and Quax were tied, the Treedons were just arriving at the scene.
The green canopy that covered at the top of their forest stood firm, as the trees below continued shaking.
There was a massive circular pathway
