The wind rushed faster, and the demons screamed louder. As they dashed through the first upon their silver deer, the figure of Keyne above, Aleron pleaded silently that they would escape.
He looked forward, eyes struggling to remain open in the gushing wind, but he could see a gap in the foliage up ahead. It was the edge of the forest!
He was filled with new hope. Whether or not the demons stayed within he trees, he wasn't sure, but he could only hope that their exit meant safety.
Suddenly, there was a great groaning sound, and as he watched, his heart sank. Three trees all fell in front of them, blocking the opening to the openness. Shadows covered the fallen timber, swirling about furiously like ants. The dark figures around them now also picked up on the manic dance, clouding around them. Aleron could feel them grabbing at his hair, tugging until they were expelled by the weakening magic of the anime de silvestres.
There was no chance of survival in changing directions; the trees around them were thick and dense, leaving them in a tunnel of impenetrable walls. They couldn't go backwards, for that would be going back into the forest of evil.
There was no where to go other than forward.