Casaio and Amelie landed with a sharp crunch on the bed of dry leaves covering the forest floor.
"Ahh! What's this?" she whispered, her heart jumping in fear. The dark energy of the place felt like it was trying to choke her.
Suddenly, a series of earth-shattering roars tore through the trees, vibrating in the very marrow of her bones.
"Gabriel!" Amelie breathed, her grip tightening on the heavy hilt of the sword.
Before they could take a step, a violent gush of wind, choked with grit and swirling dead leaves, roared toward them. It was a storm created by the collision of Alpha energies. Amelie threw her arm over her eyes to shield them from the stinging debris, but Casaio was faster. He grabbed her shoulder and teleported once again.
They were finally close enough to witness the struggle. Amelie's breath hitched as she saw the dark, matted blood staining Gabriel's pristine white fur; her heart clenching in worry.
