Potrus had called one of his friends. They floated and dashed to help Locka, whose wings had been broken and torn. As well as helping Slom, who had fainted from being too jolted when he felt the energy that had been released from Boroghor's body.
The monsters from underground had risen, or perhaps prepared to attack the surface.
The Worender Forest seemed to close, drowning its glittering sands. Like gold, and also the most valuable treasure in Sotah. The sound of life rippled from the bottom of the earth, where it was never known where it came from.
Trees soar, the ground breathed and moved and swung, branches mingled with the wind, and also languages that were never recognizable. The Worender Forest was an almost untouched form of life that was barely understood by anyone, not even the Pixies.
