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“Hmm, I’ll be running soon enough.” he gave a concerned look at the quickly-shrinking cloud.
“Shit…” he exhaled as he saw something dangerous.
Amongst some deep groans of wood, there was a lot of movement in the forest - a force of five treants were wandering through it slowly, and that was when they saw Matheson; to the treant’s he was merely a fluid-filled snack during their nest-expansion conquest.
Easy pickings.
Matheson froze, hoping his movement wouldn’t attract ...
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