Forged Destiny [Book 9: Ch. 21]

The Ironwood reacted, exploding from the ground to Salem's left and slamming into her body while she was mid-flight and unable to dodge. I had her! I actually had her! Not wanting to waste the opportunity, I dragged the Ironwood down, making it arch and slam Salem into the cobblestones, then push deeper and deeper, either to bury her or puncture through her body entirely.

Fingers dug into my root. I gasped in pain.

The sensation of it being ripped out of me was agonising. I was a part of the Ironwood and it was a part of me, so it felt like what I imagined having your arm torn off would be like. I screamed and tossed my head back, shaking in my throne as Salem emerged from the ground, a severed root of Ironwood several metres thick and at least fifty times her weight in hand.

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Ironwood burst from the ground to trap her, but Salem laughed and hopped into the air, dodging easily and then weaving away from the vines that chased her. I clenched my teeth and concentrated on chasing her, weaving silver vines thicker than tree trunks through the air.

Salem continued to laugh, wheeling and turning, pulling quick changes in direction and momentum to make my Ironwood smash through buildings instead.

—Forged Destiny [Book 9: Ch. 21]