Feena sighed happily as she finally reached orgasm again, pumping her cum into the sleeping demoness, who seemed to have drifted off during their lovemaking. She gently lifted the gorgeous young demoness up and carried her off into the woods, finding the small hideaway in a hollowed out tree where she had been living recently (she never liked living in towns). She gingerly tucked her new pet into bed, giving her a deep kiss as she slept. She looked about the room, finally finding what she had been looking for. A beautiful leather collar, which she fastened around Lucy's neck, complete with a little tag reading "Feena's Pet."<br/><br/>It was then that suddenly Feena received a message from the Whispering Tower.<em>To all Champions and soldiers in Sequen, the Whispering Tower is under attack from the Root, massive hordes of undead and walking plants are headed our way.</em>Feena jumped up startled. The Root? But that's where Hara had been sent... She replied immediately.<em>This is Feena, where is the oracle, where is Hara? Have you received any word from him or the one accompanying him?</em>The reply came just as swiftly.<em>Champion Hara has sent no communication since entering the Root, and last we heard, he entered alone.</em>Feena's eyes widened.<em>He never called for backup? But... Damn it!</em><br/><br/>Feena immediately took off, leaping into the air and transforming into a falcon, soaring off towards the Whispering Tower.<em>Damnit, damnit, damnit! This is all my fault!</em>she muttered to herself as she flew as fast as she could, racing towards the undead hordes advancing on the Tower. The moment she was close enough, Feena shifted in midair into one of her favorite animal forms, that of a nine-tailed fox the size of a dire wolf. She landed directly on a powerful treant, knocking it to the ground as he tails and powerful jaws tore it limb from limb. Before the undead soldiers around her could even react to her presence, Feena was already on the move, bolting through the crowd of walking dead. Her tails each sprouted long sword blades from the tips, and began to trash around her in a whirlwind of steel, tearing up the undead lines as she dashed through them. Undead and Treants were powerful creatures, but they weren't too fast, and without someone controlling them directly, they were none too smart either. If she could keep this up, she might be able to thin their ranks sufficiently that the soldiers at the Whispering Tower could mount a defense, maybe even long enough for reinforcements to arrive.