Belikon’s seneschal darted toward the tree. He placed a hand on its trunk, and the whole thing shook at the contact. I hurled Solace, throwing the sword like a spear. It struck Orious clean through the side, cleaving him straight through the chest. But the damage was already done. A groaning, cracking, creaking sound filled the air, and the open, festering trunk around Fisher’s shoulders and head began to close.
