Exile floated above the dense rooftop of the forest, his gaze locked onto the shifting maze of trees below. Skalr's group had been struggling for over an hour to push forward, but despite their best efforts, they hadn't gained a single step toward Bjorn and the others. The Skardians, grizzled warriors who had survived countless battles, now stood frozen in frustration.
Skalr ran a hand through his damp hair. "This ain't natural, Exile. We've marched east for miles, but we haven't moved a damn inch!"
'He's right,' Exile sighed.
Exile knew it wasn't just their sense of direction betraying them. This was something far worse. A power beyond his own was at work. The storm of his Authority crackled around him, arcs of lightning rippling through the air as he reached out with his divine senses. The threads of energy woven into the forest pulsed in response, forming an intricate web that flexed and shimmered with divine power.
