Chillingly your blood freezes as a howl as if from some midnight-haunting banshee pierces the dark. The root in your hand has come alive in the moonlight, and darts away from you before you have time to react.
Chillingly your blood freezes as a howl as if from some midnight-haunting banshee pierces the dark. The root in your hand has come alive in the moonlight, and darts away from you before you have time to react.