CHAPTER 11THE VYK’ZLADE MEADOW
GLIMMERS OF DAWN FOUGHT through the haze that blanketed Amori Village. Debris from exploded trees, collapsed structures, and mangled corpses cluttered the charred landscape. The Amori folk that were fortunate enough to evade the chaos watched helplessly from the temporary safety of the treetops as two of their elders scrambled to find refuge.
Korlith shivered uncontrollably. He struggled to keep pace. “Ellia, I’m burning out.”
“We’re almost there,” Ellia said.
“I can’t.”
“You must,” Ellia replied. “And you will.”
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THE PLANTLIFE BECAME MORE succulent and vibrant the closer to the faelen tree the boys journeyed. There were plants that looked like constellations of emerald triangles arranged in spirals that descended into sta
