Chapter 19. Stingers

The wings of the stingers flapped with the speed of a rocket, propelling them towards me. Their sharp, pointed feet were aimed in my direction, ready to strike. As I dashed past them, the foliage slapped against every part of my body. The danger of the situation was clear - one wrong move, one misstep, and those stingers would slice through my limbs without hesitation. I had to be cautious, vigilant, and swift.

I needed to be.

With each step, I felt a surge of energy coursing through my veins. It started as a warm sensation in my palms before spreading throughout my entire body. It was as though I was enveloped in an aura of fervor, the mysterious energy wrapping around me like a cocoon. The pull of the earth seemed to lessen under my feet, as if the energy was lifting me, making each step lighter and more effortless. With this inexplicable energy infusing my being, even the weight of my own body seemed trivial, every muscle working in harmony and strength.

My movement became a blur!