Sylteena's spine stiffened in an instant — her skin coated with goosebumps — her grip tightened onto the hide bag against her chest.
With her mismatched eyes widened despite the darkness — she needed no aid in scrutinizing the looming being feet away from her.
The piercing sensation of the chill breeze caused her shoulders to quiver slightly. The ring of levitating green torches illuminated the circular field surrounded by tall trees.
The Sliqruki's dormant figure sat hunched in the center of the tree fence, with its moss-coated hair draped over its head and its elbow resting on his long, bone-like knees.
Sylteena finally drew in a deep breath as her chest ached from the tightening sensation.
"Talk about audacity." Her eyes immediately snapped to the voice that echoed from the left shoulder of the Sliqruki.
