Throbbing pain had set in from the dozens of tiny scratches caused by the jagged thorns of the dense barble bushes surrounding Theopolou’s manor. The barbs bore a mild poison that, though not strong enough to kill, was sufficient to cause severe irritation, as well as a nasty infection if left untreated. Normally he could have easily navigated his way through the thorny gauntlet without injury, but found it impossible to do so while carrying an infant in his arms. Speed was essential, and the quickest way to Valshara was through a forest that had been specifically cultivated to keep away unwanted visitors – mainly humans who were not as agile and would certainly suffer tremendously should they try to get through. Unfortunately, this same deterrent had clearly not been a hindrance to either the elves or the Vrykol. The look in Basanti’s eyes just before she had departed on her mission was still uncomfortably vivid for Linis. Never had he seen someone so utterly tormented by the inevitability of their own future.
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