Well, this is it — the end. Turnteyl
CHAPTER 3 : into the blight
“Who are you!” She manages to yell, “What do you want!?”
The forms do not answer, except to exchange places with each other along the roadside.
Her energy wanes. Turnteyl forces her body to propel itself forward, muscles burning and tearing with exertion, and does not know what else to do. She scans the roadside, looking in toward the midnight black of the forest’s depths and spies nothing...