Calantha's point of view:
As I look around, a dense forest embraces us on all sides. The trees stand tall, their leaves a vibrant green, the moon slightly peeking through their broad canopy.
But our landing has left its mark. The underbrush is crushed, branches are broken and the earth on which Tharros landed is slowly getting scorched. The whole forest is too quiet, almost eerie, as if holding its breath.
Tharros shifts, and the ground trembles slightly, shrinking and changing until he's back to his human form. Even like this, he's imposing. His blue eyes surveys our surroundings, his expression unreadable.
“I need to rest,” he finally says and starts walking, leaving me now choice but to follow him.
‘Selfish bastard.’
My entire body feels like it'd been run over by a carriage carr
