Occasional glances revealed that the duke’s eyes had turned golden. His voice was hoarser than before, his hair catching wind where there ordinarily was not. His body slowly rose from the ground without the help of his wings. The Treants all noticed this too, rushing towards him to attack. The combined efforts of Jule, Hephit and Sylin kept them back.
“He’s doing something reckless again, isn’t he?” Hephit’s voice filtered into her ears. Wanting to respond and deny, she found that he was already above her, disposing of a furious Treant. There was no way its fury could overcome his, since the amount of magic he emitted was overwhelming enough to force weaker fairies to their knees. She could tell he even evolved.
“There’s no need to lie. I know him well enough” Sylin’s warm breath tickl
