Grimson clutched his chest as he staggered through the woods, fleeing for his life. The thick taste of blood filled his throat and nasal passages.
It hurt too much...
He had already forgotten when he had last suffered such a severe injury.
His large ears twitched slightly, clearly picking up the death-god-like footsteps rapidly closing in behind him.
Grimson stopped, leaning against a tree to rest for two seconds. Then his body suddenly swayed!
"Crack!"
A sharp popping sound rang through the forest. Braun immediately stopped and frowned slightly.
—Apparition?
Had he escaped?
Unfortunately, the wizards' Anti-Apparition Charm was of little use against goblins. Otherwise, Abigail should have cast one around the area on their way here...
But now that they knew what he looked like and knew his name, and there were traces of his life everywhere in that cabin—shed hair, clothes he had worn...
It should not be difficult to take those back and locate him.
While tracking the Dream Weaver, Braun had also received messages from the other Golems. He knew how Wade had used divination to pinpoint the fleeing Lila with precision.
As Braun marveled at his master's endless array of abilities, he quietly adjusted his own plan.
He stood there thinking for a while, then was about to return and rendezvous with Abigail and Cloak when his steps suddenly halted.
There was something wrong with the forest around him...
"Rustle, rustle..."
Strange sounds came from every direction. Then, without warning, a shrill howl rang out!
Braun spun around and saw a red-eyed squirrel launch itself at him like lightning, its claws slashing toward where Braun's eyeballs should have been!
With a flick of his arm, a long, sharp military spike suddenly extended from within it. A casual slash split the pouncing squirrel in two.
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