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Ancient Oak lifted Tarkyn’s shirt from his inert body and peered underneath. “He’s dark green all over.” He grimaced. “That can’t be good. It’s too much.”
“Is he breathing?” demanded Stormaway, rushing over to kneel beside him. Ancient Oak gave way so the wizard could examine him while Lapping Water knelt on the other side holding Tarkyn’s hand. A minute later, Stormaway breathed a sigh of relief. “He’s breathing. His heart is beating, but too hard and fast.”
“He’s been suffused with too much of the forest’s esse. It is poisoning him,” exclaimed Caroman.
Lapping Water looked across Tarkyn’s body at Stormaway. “Remember how he vomited after giving you power from the forest after that storm that you diverted months ago? When he drained away some of the excess power by placing his hand
