Foster had no time to let his rage overwhelm him.
The tree gave them no respite.
The roots quivered, as if shivering with excitement, and the vines snapped through the air, ready to come down on them at the slightest opportunity. Foster raised his head, his gaze burning with hatred, looking for a way to fight back, a hope...
But all he could see was the end.
- Kassandra, move!
She narrowly dodged a thick root that came crashing down where she'd been a second earlier. Her breath was ragged, her sword trembling.
- We can't..." she gasped. We can't win...
Foster gritted his teeth. He refused to accept the thought. Yet every attack, every blow, was useless. The tree was implacable.
And he was hungry.
The vines rushed towards them at the same time, swift as vipers. Foster launched a wave of mana, repelling them for a split second.
But it wasn't enough.