de Borgia Envoy, Ancient Forest
"There's one type of monster that will not listen to the demands of the spirits we'll pass through," Terranova said suddenly. The envoy fell quiet, their footsteps echoing faintly against the damp soil. "They don't exist in great numbers, but when they appear, the land itself shudders. Once you kill half of them, the rest will withdraw. They always do."
Vivianne frowned, hand resting on the hilt of her blade. "What are they?"
"A corrupted guardian," Terranova replied.
Afrit scoffed softly, the corner of his mouth lifting. "Nothing we can't fight."
Still, all of the king spirits' assurance that they can fight it easily didn't make Roxanne feel any better. Their presence pressed heavy on her shoulders, like unseen eyes tracing every step she took. Something in the air felt wrong—too quiet, too watchful.
