The vines came without warning. Yet caution honed by years kept most of them alive when they strike.
They guarded against the beasts running to them, patrolling cultivators and mages walked around the camp with steady feet and focused eyes. The ones stationed all around the camps had their sights steady and unwavering to the shadows between the trees, staring down the possible danger that might be waiting for them to falter, to show weakness.
The dome around the camp shimmered as if saying, 'I'm right here, I'll keep you safe. Transparent and thin yet solid and strong.
A short brown haired woman was sitting on a rock near her tent reading a book when she felt it. Deep underground, slithering like a giant snakes.
