Sect Leader Greenflame felt his soul quake, with the pressure affecting him too much to resist. He fell face-first into the ground, his bloody stump of a left arm bleeding out even more profusely.
"I-I…" Out of fear, Mo Fuchan succumbed to the will of the terrifying tree. "I wanted to make her understand her place!!"
Necro lessened a bit of the pressure that was sourced from his connection with nature. After which, he coalesced and molded one of his purplish-black roots into an unnerving humanoid figure that stood at over 4 meters tall.
"You wanted to make her understand her place?" Necro asked from the eerily moving mouth of this eldritch horror extension of himself.
"Y-Yes…!" Mo Fuchan replied with spiraling eyes, unable to turn up and face the monstrosity looming over him. "She was too cocky! And I hated all the attention she was receiving from the Elders! For that, she deserved what I did to her while she was at her weakest just after fending off the Beast Tide!!"
Silence…
