Chapter 24

The Druid’s power was unexpected, the vortex it had created had sent the Kolysians into a panicked retreat towards Orobar Hill’s empty streets. While vineborn tendrils of the Druid’s lash had hurled the Lieutenant and the Captain back towards the ruined towns. There was a crack moment when the officers sensed what had to be done and had unleashed a torrent of telekinetic blasts to dampen their fall. They crashed onto a small shed a cloud of dust and splinters erupted. Froster’s hands were weak beyond measure, a spiking headache had bit onto his skull. A lifetime of training and experience led him to committing to a well timed forward roll that broke his fall. Keeping the momentum he stands up, searching for Likaya under the soot and debris. His eyes stung and a bruising pain stuck to his left side. His blast staeve was damaged, the hammer shattered a