810 Grendel (Part 2)

'Either their plan is so important that they can afford to sacrifice him or the undead know that such attacks can't kill the thrall.' Lith thought while taking his acorn out of the sealing box he had stored it in.

Undead couldn't use dimensional magic inside Laruel, but thralls could and he had no idea if there were others seeded throughout the crowd. What happened next took him by surprise.

The thrall roared, emitting a pulse of darkness magic that when combined with the raw strength of his shapeshifting body was enough to ward off his attackers. The leaves and bark had disappeared, replaced by a dirty brown thick fur that covered the entirety of what had been a Treantling just a second before.

The creature in front of them had a round head, with feral eyes as big as a saucer. It had bright red irises and vertical pupils that looked at the crowd with a mix of hate and spite.