A wall of refract warriors speed out from the tree line, covering the ground in a new kind of silver. Green flame erupts everywhere, but it doesn’t stop the fighters. While the rest of the army goes into position, six soldiers race for the Muster Tree. Their heavy axes gleam in the moonlight. A jolt of alarm moves through my limbs.
Oh, no. They’ll cut down the Muster Tree and end the power of Wulfhelm.
Oh, no. They’ll cut down the Muster Tree and end the power of Wulfhelm.It all happens so fast, there’s barely time to catch what’s happening, let alone act. The warriors swing their axes in a precise rhythm, quickly chopping a wedge into the arbor’s trunk. The silver magic fades. What was once metallic wood becomes regular bark again.
With an ear-splitting boom, the Muster Tree careens to
