Nero found a spot beneath a gnarled oak whose trunk had split some years ago, creating a natural seat in the cradle of its exposed roots.
The wood was rough against his back, but it was solid and stable.
He set his spear across his lap and let out a slow breath.
The forest around them had settled back into its usual rhythm after the violence. The dark avians in the sky had returned to their calling, though their songs were a bit terrifying.
The beasts of Malady were always terrifying, so it was nothing new. Most of the creatures within Thornwood were created that had leaked into it from the forest.
Arthur and Jacob had moved a short distance away, speaking in low tones about something Nero couldn't quite make out. Sergeant Aldric remained near the horses, his posture relaxed but his eyes constantly scanning the treeline.
Nero closed his eyes for a moment and simply listened.
