Unbound

"What do you mean we gotta be tested?" Archie asked.

The Elf leading them through the jungle looked back at him, a glimmer of pride in his eyes. "We're bringing you to meet the Wyrms, but in order to see them, in order to access the true might of the resistance, you must pass through the test."

"I'm not great at tests," Beef said. "Is it, like, written?" The most update n0vels are published on novel✦fire.net

For some reason, Archie held his head in his hands. Beef looked at him. "What?"

The Elf smiled. “There is no writing required. You must only pass through the embrace of the Witness Flower."

"The what?"

"You will see."

The Elf and the other Wyrmkin had led them deep into the jungles outside of Morva. They traveled through vine-choked gullies and beneath the arching roots of some sort of enormous trees. They reminded Beef of mangroves he'd seen once in a nature documentary, if mangroves grew triple their normal size.

Bright flowers hung heavy from the roots and branches, coiled among wispy moss that fluttered in a stilted breeze. The scent of green, wet things filled the air, punctuated by the flowers’ sharp aroma. Beef regretted his cloak, the heat and humidity swiftly making his fur damp beneath its folds, and despite Archie’s warning glance, he took it off. A few of the Wyrmkin eyed him in surprise, their gazes lingering on his orichalcum-clad horns, but none commented.