A great snap filled the air.
Lucen looked down and found one of the Carama tree branches broken and pouring a black, corrosive sap to the ground.
There was nothing there to have broken it.
Lucen jumped from the tree and grabbed another with his tail, perfectly controlling the spell as he swung to the next tree. Water dripped against his face and wind rushed through his hair.
He had no way of confirming that something was right behind him. It was completely silent, invisible both to sight and [Mana Sense], and a beast truly devoid of anything he could understand.
Lucen kicked off one tree as carefully as he could and pushed hard off another with his tail. And again, he felt a sudden, powerful gust of wind ripple behind him.
Something was definitely following him.
He thought back to the hit he endured from the invisible Withmare. If it was a Tyrant, he would be dead right now.
