Then Kimili, one of the cheering warriors, got lanced by a branch. It pierced straight through his chest pushing all his major internal organs out of his body. Many more branches speared down and we scrambled to defend ourselves.
I looked up and saw thick fields of black energy pulse around the monstrosity. The Yewam which had been unrooted, slowly arose.
I sensed the magic and felt the tinge of undeath about the creature now.
The Yewam launched a fresh wave of attacks. A dozen spikes of bark.
I raised a metal wall. I didn't have enough time. The metal was thin and weak. Every stab threatened to break frail line of defence.
"Whatever magic raises the dead has also risen the Yewam." I guessed.
"Then it cannot be killed? Jordigal despaired.
"We need to retreat. This is a lost cause." Tara said as she cut down more of the attacking branches.
"No!" shouted Galen. "We can do it. The sorcerer can do it. We have to try again."