The thick vines burst into flames and diminished into a rain of ashes and fire. Before it was slowly blown away by the wind.
Darius could only stare in horror as this occurred, the thought of the giants roaming free once again shakes him to the core.
They could barely keep up with him before, just running around, playing chase. As they waited for the magical trap to be ready, but now…
'What is there to do?'
"I'll kill all of you!" Balor roared, sending waves of pressure in the air.
Brennan came down from the tree, a hand tagging Darius' sleeve. He dragged him along while everyone scattered away.
"I only have one arrow left." He told Darius.
"What?! But we just got gunpowder from Orienta." Darius exclaimed.
"Yes, but Clara is not done making them," Brennan said breathlessly.
Darius frowned, "We need to take a moment to rethink, Alexander has to have something in his sleeves."
