Chapter 169: Between woods and rage
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Kieran didn’t remember reaching the forest.
He didn’t remember tearing past the corridor, past the startled servants and stiff guards, nor the way the halls narrowed and curved until all he could see was green. Mossy earth. Bark lined endlessly in front of him.
He only remembered the ’snap’.
The moment inside him...when something turned upside down!
His fists slammed right into the middle of a thick, very old looking tree with enough force to rattle the roots.
CRACK!!!
The trunk split straight down the centre with a vicious, ringing echo. A flurry of birds exploded out of the treetops, flapping into the morning fog like scattered thoughts.
And Kieran stood there, chest heaving, head bowed, splinters of bark embedded in his knuckles.
Behind him came crashing footsteps. Leaves rustled. A curse rang out.
"Dammit, Kieran!" Velor burst through the thicket, nearly tripping over a gnarled root. "Are you trying to announce to the whole of Skarthheim that we are here? What the fuck was that?!"
He looked around...eyes wild, then hissed, "We are still in the Old Lands, you idiot!"