Kira didn't stop, she walked forward briskly, her shoes clicking rhythmically against the petrified wood. Sol followed, his eyes darting toward the wounded being moved around.
He was a "guest" who was essentially a prisoner. And in three days, he was supposed to face some kind of "judgment" in a forest that apparently ate people.
"Kira," Sol called out.
She spun around. "What? We need to get you to the Spire before Korash decides to grow a pair and come back for more."
"Forget the Boar-thug. Why is this happening?" Sol asked, crossing his arms. "The Marauders, the Zeriths… you said it's a coordinated attack and this Zharun tribe your mother mentioned. Why are they suddenly so bold? There must be some reason behind it right?"
