Chapter 392: Arden, Guardian of the Sylvan
The Frost Whisper warriors moved swiftly out of the way of their chieftain and bowed in deference. The colossal sabertooth growled at Stryg and slowly stalked towards him and his friends.
“Holy shit!” Plum gasped and scrambled to hide behind Stryg. “What do we do?”
“Kill it, of course,” Tauri said grimly. “That beast is a true green mage, we don’t know what he’s truly capable of. We need to put him down quickly.”
Stryg shook his numbly, “That beast is Arden, Protector of the Silver Halls and Champion of the Lunar Elect. I know what he’s capable of. He is the Guardian of the Sylvan.”
“Guardian?” Plum frowned. “Wait, as in the Guardian? What the fuck is he doing here!?”
“Can someone please explain what’s going on!? He’s getting closer!” Tauri said frantically.
“Run, both of you. I’ll buy you time,” Stryg whispered solemnly.
Tauri stiffened at his tone, but she nodded. “Only fight as long as you have to, run when you get the chance.” She tossed Plum over her back and ran away as quickly as she could.
Arden glanced at the fleeing orc and drow and growled. Giant spires of rock burst out from the ground around the two women, trapping them in a cage of stone. Tauri instantly switched into a vigor spell and kicked a spire with all her strength. She yelped in pain and fell back from the sudden recoil. The spire was unharmed, with not even a crack.