156 Over the Hill

Leonel crossed lake after lake and river after river. He knew that the youths were quickly following behind him, hoping to put some distance between them and the beast hoard coming from the dense forests. 

The wild, thunderous roars and booming tremors seemed to be getting closer and closer. 

Leonel's Internal Sight remained vigilant, but his expression was only growing more and more solemn. He noticed that his senses were growing less sharp. It was almost as though something was interfering with his ability to see the whole picture clearly. 

'It must be the increased density of Force, or maybe its the fact that Force is so unrestrained and volatile…'

Leonel didn't have a perfect answer, but this was his best guess. However, he didn't get a chance to think of any more examples because his footsteps suddenly came to a grinding halt. 

His heels dug into the ground in an exaggerated manner, it was to the point he almost fell backward.