Destinations
Wanda stood firm beside the sacred tree, her eyes fixed on the Shadowhunters who hesitated at the edge of the clearing. The majestic presence of the tree seemed to form an invisible barrier, a line the creatures dared not cross. But Wanda knew this protection wouldn't last forever.
The golden canary in her hands trembled, emitting a faint golden glow that contrasted with the darkness around them.
Lucian, still panting from his frantic run, approached the tree and touched its silver trunk in silent reverence.
"The sacred tree... I never thought I'd see it up close," he murmured, his voice filled with wonder and awe. "But how do we get out of here? The others won't give up so easily."
Wanda, still watching the movements of the shadows, thought for a moment before answering. "We have to think of something that can divert their attention. The tree will protect us for now, but if we move away, they'll come after us again. We need to be quick and precise."