Behind me was nothing but a wall of vines, miles in length and so high it almost blocked out the sun. And whenever one of those vine clusters glowed bright, it was followed by a transformation into a toxic sludge that continued to trickle down the wall face. But, Flipkit did not gain the upper hand, for every time the summon tried to smash through, new flora quickly replaced the old.
The fight would last some time, indefinitely, if neither entity gave any ground. So, I turned around to inspect the landscape.
There were hundreds of outdoor stalls lining either side of the road we were travelling. And each one appeared to have an access hatch leading to the massive roofed stable behind.
