She pushed against the will of the Maze. She did not know how long she could fend it off, nor what would happen after. But she did not care. The Gle’Golun spread from her, burrowing into the dirt, creeping out toward the trees. Crimson flowers were already blooming, the thorned vines stretching toward every object in all directions. They would consume everything. Opening her eyes, she looked at the grove keeper. “If you wish to live…run.”
