They continued onward.
The landscape gradually changed as they moved farther from the place where the Gravecrawler had attacked.
The pale trees became more numerous, their bone-white trunks rising from the dark earth in crooked clusters. Their branches intertwined high above them, supporting the strange translucent membranes that served as leaves. Each membrane carried a faint blue glow beneath its surface, pulsing at irregular intervals.
None of them had found a pattern to it.
Some brightened.
Others dimmed.
A few remained completely colourless.
Every so often, a membrane would contract when one of them passed beneath it, folding inward before slowly returning to its original shape.
Vaelyn noticed it but said nothing.
She was still studying the vegetation.
