After a bit more walking, they approached one tree, its trunk sturdy and wide. It displayed wounds all across its bark and bled scarlet sap.

“This should be the place,” said Armstrong. “It’s got the stab wounds—” He ran his finger down the trunk and pointed to a swollen root which pierced another tree. “—And it’s definitely leeching off the others.”

He reeled back his fist and punched it, shaking the entire forest. Splintered wood and sap burst onto his hardened skin.

- Ragnarust Round 1