i'll trade you this body if you set my soul free
As Delah and her warriors sink (far more than up to their knees, given the difference in their heights as compared to Amalia), the chief's eyes snap open. "There is not much time left." She barks, hands clenching those around her tightly for balance and support. Wings aflutter, the fae try to maintain their position as their mental singing intensifies.
Leave the light. Stay with us. The woods need you still. Your time has not come, old one. Stay.
With the last bit of magical strength she has on offer, Delah and Co pull at the earth doing their best to burrow down deep towards the light below.
Leave the light. Stay with us. The woods need you still. Your time has not come, old one. Stay.
With the last bit of magical strength she has on offer, Delah and Co pull at the earth doing their best to burrow down deep towards the light below.