Ronan forced himself upright with a pained groan.
He'd rested for long enough, and the barrier was starting to move inwards. His soul wouldn't heal itself this quickly, which meant that he just had to deal with it.
The dizziness was instant, and Ronan almost fell over. But he forced himself upright.
He could not stay here. He scanned the area, his eyes searching. He found it near the base of a neighboring tree, a single violet thorn, almost invisible against the dark bark.
Then he saw another one.
That was the trail of Aura's magic he'd originally been following before he ran into the group.
Ronan sighed, and followed the trail deeper into the center.
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