Syzoth didn't even know where he was running - just anywhere as long as it was far, far away from Shang Tsung. But the forest around him seemed to pull him in. Some ancient, old magic interlaced with the wood, the dirt, even the grass and flowers. He slowed his steps, eyes peering past his hood as he looked around.

While he was no magic user, he could still feel the pulse of the forest, like a great heartbeat. It lulled him, but he couldn't let his guard down.