Beneath the glinded tongue

Previously

…Theron staggered back, his face a mask of horror. “No…” he breathed, his voice choked with disbelief. “It… it was a lie.” “All of it,” I croaked, landing on a low branch, my gaze fixed on the enraged sorcerer. “Her words, her sanctuary, her promises. All lies. She sought to trap you, Prince, and to take the Willow for herself. But her schemes are revealed. Now, we must hasten. The true path awaits, and the sorcerer’s shadow is still long.” The artifact was close, so close, but Elara’s fury, now unleashed, promised a desperate chase. The game had just become far more dangerous.