The instant Sylva fitted the brown disk onto her bow, the air shifted.
Buzzz…
A low vibration rippled outward, like a drop of water disturbing a still lake. Razeal, who had been dodginy Arrows effortlessly through the air, slowed his movements as the sensation reached him. Something big dangerous was happening.
The disk pulsed once, then again, and suddenly the space around Sylva twisted.
Crack… crackle…
From the center of the disk, thick wooden barks and long, twisting vines burst forth as though an entire forest had been hidden inside that single object. Saplings and roots sprouted, growing with unnatural speed, wrapping and winding around Sylva's figure in an ever-expanding spiral. The disk was no longer just an artifact.. it was a vortex, pulling from some impossible storage, releasing an endless tide of ancient wood.
