C287 It's too Late

In the deep, silent expanse of the forest, a lone voice echoed, startling a multitude of birds into flight. The little beggar's shouts carried far, his light green eyes glaring with cold fury at the Swordspire disciples opposite him. "Today, all of you will die," he declared with seething anger.

Without warning, the hillside erupted, and thick roots burst forth like serpents