White Wood (1)

Apexus didn't stop on his own volition. The legs he had grown were burning with exhaustion, but his mind was terrorized. Whatever abilities Apotho had displayed there, this life draining, it was a frightening display and as such the slime continued to run until it suddenly hit an uneven ditch of a Forester Dragon.

Tired hooves sinking into the upheaved soil, getting stuck in some remaining roots, Apexus was sent flying downwards as the fragile ankle broke. A few metres away, Reysha landed, carried by the suddenly ended momentum.

The pain seared the slime's mind back into reality. What had carried it all the way here was replaced by the sudden onset of understanding as Apexus was unable to bring its legs to move again. The terror was justified, but they had fled from the imprisoned Warlock through the forest. If there was any way that ancient danger could followed them, Apotho already would have.