Wind blew, and the trees of the Savage Oasis ruffled as a shockwave swept past…
Vamel stood at the crown of the tallest tree he could find.
His delicate, mysterious Treant race features were illuminated by the blinding purple eruption in the distance.
The Treant frowned, his eyes squinting. His emerald pupils spun, zooming his vision through the night.
His sight cut through space, focusing on a figure running through the dense foliage.
A familiar figure — Seth. Though not familiar to Vamel, as he couldn't ascertain the race of this individual.
"An Andrathal?" he pondered, but quickly shook his head.
There was no way those pompous bastards entered such a barren region. Plus, this creature was too weak to be part of that race.
In Vamel's eyes, Seth couldn't cause much trouble. Based on what he could sense, this guy would at most last until the fourth or fifth wave before being overwhelmed.
