Zavien
I think all things,
in their way,
in their way,
Apparently, even with both Lena and Zavien, they had failed to fully extract Isla from the mud. To make matters worse, Lena's frantic upward motions had him spying the features of the returning lamplight. If they didn't get the Ancient out of the mud quickly, they would be sitting ducks.
Determined to make it work, he stepped out of the mud and towards a nearby tree. Making sure it was secure, he walked around to use it as his own anchor, placing his foot on the bark to push and pull simultaneously. He grunted at the effort, keeping his eyes alert and praying that Isla could free herself enough that they could get out of the lamplight's range.
Zavien uses a tree to push off against while continuing to pull Isla with his rope.
reflect heavenly truth,
the imagination not least.
the imagination not least.
