A Naive Mistake

Freya remained hovering for a minute, carefully contemplating her next moves. The only other sound besides her breathing was the dripping of water from the ceiling.

““Another adventurer has arrived to cure this town”” The three infected adventurers spoke in unison. Freya instinctively knew that it was the tree speaking through them. ““How interesting? This one even managed to find my lair.””

The magic knight readied herself for a confrontation, but the adventurers remained in their place, not moving an inch. Freya had already taken out Wrath and held it at the ready.

““Well, it doesn’t matter. It’s just another pawn to increase the strength of minions.”” The tree spoke through the infected. And the adventurers moved immediately after.

The bulky adventurers raised his hand, and they rapidly turned into clubs as vines wrapped around his hands. He then quickly moved towards Freya, aiming to capture her.