I left my mindscape to find the Bloodwoods dripping in water. A storm caused by an imbalance of mana had drenched the ground and trees, leaving a damp atmosphere that felt more like water than air. The wetness didn''t bother me; rather, it was an abundant source of cyan energy that would help Cult in his efforts.


    I took the first heavy step out of the mud and poured water on my boots to clean them. Once they were clean, I froze the ground beneath my feet to prevent further sinking.


    Stolen novel; please report.


    We set our path due north. Cal took to the air, and I set my water anchor into trees ahead and launched across the ground. The two of us covered the distance with practiced skill and familiarity. We didn''t bother with our fastest technique but still moved fast.


    They were bigger, jaws larger, and rippling with muscles. Hunger emanated from their core.