[center][h1]~ Chapter 7 ~[/h1]
[sub]Critters[/sub][/center]

	Ezekial looked to Mikhael, expecting the boy to understand his idea immediately. That's right, Henry's glasses were enchanted to track magic! "Maya be praised," Ezekial murmured, pulled the glasses closer to his eyes, "These might even be able to pick up on the smoke invisible to us. Unfortunately," the royal knight jerked the glasses away from his eyes and blinked uncomfortably, "These lenses blur my vision far to violently for prolonged wear. We may be able to track the source of the mana font if it is used again, but I will not be able to fight with these equipped. I'm still depending on you to guide me, Mikhael."

	A few moments later, something began to shuffle across the forest floor, creating a barely audible crinkling sound as it strode through the remains of dead leaves and rotted twigs. Ezekial turned his gaze away from Mikhael, and put the glasses away. The crumpling of leaves stopped, but there was still a very quiet pattering of tiny feet, and it wasn't just a single set. It was hundreds, perhaps thousands, and the number of shuffling steps grew, quickly surrounding the two knights in a sea of subtle noises. There was nothing in sight just yet, but with so much wildlife covered the majority of the upturned dirt, there was no telling how big the approaching creatures were, or when they would be upon them. One thing was certain though, they were ground-bound, at the very least.