Ivy had been having one hell of a time going through the forest freezing pests in waves all over the place. A dozen here, twenty there, having the help of the shroomkin to point her into the directions of the most heavily effected areas, one having over 50 feasting on lush brushes that the creatures of the forest would desperately been during the autumn, she couldn’t just sit and watch this happen.
“I guess it’s...
