Chapter 229

Third Person's POV

A sharp, forked branch-still green and sinewy-snapped through the air and lashed across Ewan Mercer's face, each strike stinging with the force of desperate rage. The impact hit the most vulnerable parts of his already weakened body, leaving him stunned, his expression twisting with pain and disbelief.

Before he could recover, Cerys's anxious voice burst through the darkness:

"A