Chapter 379: Late night trap.
An entire week passed on and Sigrid had yet to go find Emmah. She was busy with other things, like planning Roland’s birthday and wiping out the mages the bank of fate had tasked her to track down.
After deciding that searching for them one by one was tiring and it would take forever, she hatched a plan which was currently in motion late in the night.
Close to the heart of Mystwood grove forest, where ordinary humans did not dare to venture and moonlight filtered through thorned branches, she sat on a tree branch in silence. Her floral cloak caught every shimmer of the moon’s light and her eyes glowed with anticipation.
In the other trees, hidden away in the shadows, Veylin, Alistair, Mauve and Christie were hidden away. They were supposed to be silent but Mauve was eating a chocolate eclair loudly.
Sigrid plucked a leaf and noticed a snake in the tree, crouching in wait, patient just as she was. It was not targeting the enemies she was waiting for, it was after her. It was curled around the branch of a tree only its head and beady dark eyes were visible.
"Do you want a bite?" She raised her hand and whispered.
The tongue of the snake flickered and it raised its head.
"Petrus Glacia." She whispered.
The snake froze, turning into a shiny marble statute that shimmered beautifully under the moonlight. The other creatures of the forest that planned to spring into action backed off. Sometimes, life was more important that food or declaring authority over a territory.
In the shadows of the tress, a hidden mage turned back and escaped, disappearing into a lake. A giant basilisk also slithered back into the same lake.
A dire wolf howled and ordered its entire pack to turn back. Whatever was about to happen did not concern their species. Maybe they could return when it was over and get some spoils.