There were eight Tree Keepers following Markis, one of them currently leading Izikel with his hands still tied behind his back, while Markis carried his daughter in his arms.
They walked through the forest quietly, their footsteps muffled by moss and leaves. Birds that had been chirping moments ago now fell silent, as if the forest itself held its breath.
When they reached the Old Tree, its ancient bark looming like the face of a god, they approached the wide opening that led down to the roots. But before they could descend, they were met with a surprise.
Standing just outside the hole, dust rising at his feet, was none other than the Legion Commander himself.
They had arrived just in time to see Flavius step out of the tree's depths. His usually composed face was twisted in horror.
The chief and Flavius locked eyes for a moment.
"What are you doing here, Flavius?" Markis asked, his voice tight, teeth gritted.
