Winning The Relay
The danger loomed beyond was an additional problem to deal with, but she never expected that another situation would arise as the ground quaked. The shears were terrible; she clawed to the nearby tree trunk and held for the time being.
Alex leaped high and landed on the ground with a slight tremor as well. Instead of glaring daggers at her, he watched from afar and sensed nothing but doom on his
"What are those?" His lips trembled apart, for a hot minute, as he tried to assess the situation afield. "... Is that what I think—Why are there so many?!"
The dense swirls of glowing spheres illuminated the hazy shade. If this were water, then it would be comparable to a flash flood striking the forest.
Anasthasia knew very well about his faltering voice; she shared the same sentiments.
"The will-of-the-wisps… So many of them, someone is pulling strings! But who?!"
Although it wasn't the time to dwell much further...