***WARNING: LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, GORE, AND DISTURBING CONTENT***
Nicolas barely had time to take a breath as he ushered the remaining Fae away from the falling tree palace. Maevis' rock wall helped to block the dead soldiers, but it also limited the directions in which the Fae had to run. Many had given up, and huddled down in terror instead of even attempting to run.
It made sense to Nic, in a twisted way. Run away to be torn apart by undead soldiers, or be instantly crushed by a tree so big that they had little chance of escaping. He still tried to get everyone to run, but even Nic thought that it was a moot point.
"NOW! As Hard As You Can!"
