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center. Hell, it might be easier to find Ravel than to avoid her in here."
"Yer not makin' us feel better about it, yer not..."
"It's okay, Annah," I said, standing up and brushing the dirt from my palms,
"So long as we're together we'll be fine."
"A-aye..." she muttered with a shiver.
Where once there were stone walls coated with a thin net of vines, now it
was more plant than mortar. The walls breathed as we walked past, and the
branches that grew layered over one another bent toward us, as if curious.
There was something sinister about the foliage, something tamed but cruel
about them. No woodland was this, wild and guided only by the balance of
nature, but cultivated with a demented hand so that cruel, gnarled branches
and poison thorns flourished.
This was Ravel's garden.
Wait...
I turned to my companions "Did you hear that?"
Annah gasped as the floor rumbled beneath us, and the earth cracked open
as pale wooden branches curled out from amidst the shards of soil and rot.
The creatures came with a keening, their cries shrill and crackling like dry
wood. Sharp claws arched out, anchoring against the ground to pull their
bodies from hiding. Standing full height they looked like leafless trees, with
dull glowing eyes and winged horns where there should've been branches.
Dak'kon's blade silently cleaved through one, slashing off talons and
branches and spraying long ropes of sap across the walls. The other creature
shrieked, closing in with an unnatural, if clumsy speed. Too close to use
magic safely, I thrust my dagger into its face. The force of the blow
rebounded as the tip of my blade struck hard wood, and despite my grip my
hand slipped along the handle, and the raw edge of steel cut against my
fingers and my palm.
"ARGH!"
Pain lanced through my hand as the dagger clattered to the ground. Scarlet
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