One of the figures raised a gnarly bow.
My heart froze.
I barely had time to raise my hands and hiss an incantation before the first arrow hissed toward me.
It hit a shaky blue wall, inches away from my face. A sickly green liquid oozed from the tip.
The same poisoned arrows which had decimated my Clan.
Tanthe Issa’s accusing, lifeless eyes stared at me from the forest.
I shook my head, arms quaking from the strain.
More arrows barrelled into the blue wall. Sickly green trails dripped down, scorching the grass.
“Hurry!” I yelled.
Ryker and Dax pushed the trolls in faster.
The poison was so powerful, it disintegrated some of the attackers as they walked. They simply fell to the ground, uncaring that they were gone forever.
Like someone was controlling each of their steps and they were powerless to fight it.
But they could fight us.
Their sharp weapons glinted in the moonlight.
The closer they got, the more I trembled.
The rain of arrows didn’t stop.
Pressing.
Menacing.
If this wall of power fell–ifIfell–all those arrows would cause another massacre.
My knees shook under the pressure.
Suddenly, I was yanked back with unimaginable speed.
The arrows suspended in the air fell to the ground with a sickening clink.
The wall of power shook as Ryker carried me inside the crypt.
The warriors closed the massive doors as soon as we rushed through the threshold.
A thick, wooden beam slammed down, sealing us inside.
I barely managed to slump into Ryker’s arms when another arrow thumped against the door.
The old wood groaned and fizzed on the other side.
The door wouldn’t hold for long.
The masked attackers were coming–and we were trapped.
Chapter 79
