Draven's question hung in the air, a summary of their impossible situation. "How in the world are we supposed to get that little drop of sunshine into that giant tree?"
Jonah's eyes moved from the glowing golden vial in Master Fen's hand to the Blight-Heart Tree. The creature wasn't just defended by an army of monsters; its own body was a fortress. A whirlwind of thick, thorny vines, each as sharp as a spear, spun around its trunk, creating a near-impenetrable vortex. Even when Maul or Draven managed to smash a vine, two more would grow back in its place, regenerating instantly.
PING! CRACK!
Vanessa's shields flickered violently as a massive root slammed into them. "I can't keep this up forever!" she yelled, her knuckles white. "The blight is actively corrupting my mana!"
