"That's just nonsense the Elders made up, so we don't use heirloom weapons!" Harold pushed Lilith so that she fell over. "They all lied to us to keep us trapped in this place!"
Lilith screamed and stared blankly at Harold. She jumped back up and intended to lunge at the man. This time there were no tree roots in the way, all the Dryad races stared at the two people who had once been their leaders in the fight.
A black shadow shot in front of them. Towering trees fell instantly, and their trunks gradually turned dry and black, falling to the ground like rotten trunks.
Everyone was glued.
The black shadow gradually thinned out and revealed the figure of Thomas, holding a silver sword in his right hand. He looked straight at Harold.
"Where did you take Lioun?"
Thomas's voice was calm but full of pressure and demands. His eyes glanced at Morgan, who was standing with Yuxie.
