"Enough!" Chief Greenwood's hand snapped up.
A surge of wood-aspected spiritual power exploded out of him. The air around them turned thick in an instant. Countless vines tore up from the ground and wound themselves around him. Each one gave off a razor-sharp edge.
"Human boy, you dare speak recklessly about the fate of the Sylvan Kin! Even if the spirit vein truly is in danger, it still isn't the human race's place to point fingers and tell us what to do!" His voice came out with the fury forced hard under control.
Part of it came from the humiliation of having the truth ripped open in front of him, and part of it came from the prejudice he had always carried toward the human race. And beneath both of those sat his dread of whatever future was coming.
Off to the side, Elder Cillian saw where this was going and quickly stepped forward. He bowed to Chief Greenwood, his tone respectful, but there was no hiding the urgency in it. "Clan Chief, every word Master Chance spoke was true... Just now, beneath the Sevenwood Arch, he used the chaotic force to restore a damaged ancient tree. That power truly can nourish the spirit vein..."
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