Uprooted redwoods lay all around. One had crushed a cabin. A kobold head and severed torso protruded from the wreckage. Something massive had torn deep gashes into the dirt. All through this scene twisted tendrils of blindness. Francesca yelled to Cyrus but could not hear her own voice. For a moment she went completely blind. Panic coursed through her, and then she was running. Vision returned with a giant, toppled redwood trunk. She jumped onto the giant tree. The bark jabbed into her chest and stomach, but she ignored the pain and climbed over the tree and fell into a bank of ferns. In the shade her vision improved, but she still could not hear. She tried to run farther into the forest, but suddenly the ferns around her burned with direct sunlight. She turned to watch a redwood come crashing down to soundlessly slap the forest floor. The gigantic tree slowly wobbled as it rebounded. She looked toward the tree’s roots and saw a ball of blindness. The nothing grew larger in her vision, as if it were moving toward her.
