Chapter 67 The Guardians' Wrath

• The shriek of the awakened guardians split the night as the first hulking figure crashed forward, stone limbs grinding, shadows leaking like smoke from its joints. The ground shook under its weight, roots cracking, branches splintering.
• “Hold the line!” Malcolm bellowed, swinging his axe to meet the monster’s blow. The clash rang out like iron striking a mountain, sparks scattering into the air. The sheer force drove him back a step, but he held firm, his boots digging into the earth.
• Ronald darted to his side, spear thrusting into a seam where stone gave way to living shadow. The weapon sank deep, but the guardian only howled, wrenching itself free and swiping at Ronald with claws the size of scythes. Ronald barely rolled clear, the earth erupting where he had stood.