Capítulo 112: Bowmaster

Even the air blew as if it was on the outside. Spells. Was all Ned could think of. Ned felt the ambiance like that of a forest. The leaves swayed left and right, river run, making a plop-plop sound as it hit a rock dividing the river in two. Grasses scratched their knees as if they were warning Ned of the incoming danger. The made-up forest should have been a teeming of green, or brown. But, it was lit dimming orange from the pillars standing at every edge of the stone arena.

Unlike the struggling Kwan, Ned could see the creatures creeping toward them. It wasn't just the creatures, with his feline-like eyes, Ned could spot a gleaming pale-blue stone up at the cracks and branches of a tree. Not all, but with a steady focus, one could see the stones dimming blue.