‘Ah, this must be a Treant’ she thought, staring at it. It was truly a strange agglomeration of twigs and withered vines, all moving like snakes. She could discern the triangular head that resembled a tree bark with a face carved into it and jagged teeth dripping with sap-like saliva and dried blood. Fear rooted her feet to the ground as one of the withered vines extended right in front of her face, aiming for her forehead.
‘I’m…..going to die’
Meryl didn’t know why but the sight of Bim’s flushed face from the night before resurfaced in her mind. There was Sylin’s face too and Hephit’s. Never in her life would she have imagined being in such a situation but since it happened once, she was interested in it happening again.
“I CAN’T DIE HERE!”
Her barrier exploded, deflecting the withe
