The danger loomed beyond was an additional problem to deal with, but she never expected that another situation would arise as the ground quaked. The shears were terrible; she clawed to the nearby tree trunk and held for the time being.
Alex leaped high and landed on the ground with a slight tremor as well. Instead of glaring daggers at her, he watched from afar and sensed nothing but doom on his
"What are those?" His lips trembled apart, for a hot minute, as he tried to assess the situation afield. "... Is that what I think—Why are there so many?!"
The dense swirls of glowing spheres illuminated the hazy shade. If this were water, then it would be comparable to a flash flood striking the forest.
Anasthasia knew very well about his faltering voice; she shared the same sentiments.
"The will-of-the-wisps… So many of them, someone is pulling strings! But who?!"
Although it wasn't the time to dwell much further...
