The imps stared back at her, their black eyes glistening in the pale light. Screeching and pounding on their chests, the monsters descended the limbs, closing in on the travelers. Kwil dipped his head, his hands outstretched at waist level, his palms facing the ground. Repeating the same incantation three times, his voice growing louder each time, he summoned the magic inside him. Desperately grabbing at the energy all around him, he channeled it through his hands and projected it at the ground. A shockwave of energy erupted from the sorcerer, narrowly missing Nera as it extended outward. The imps reached the ground in time to be thrown aside, their limp bodies flying in all directions. No words were necessary as the pair took to their feet, running for their lives. The previous imp recovered far too quickly, and these likely would as well. Kwil and Nera’s only chance to escape them was to get a head start and find a place to hide. Dodging trees and slipping on dried leaves, the two moved as fast as they could.
