[ In the dark of the forest, the creature truly blends in, as long as it isn’t moving. A mass of roots in the dark isn’t so different than anything else in the thicket, but it feels the connection. Craves it. A warm light starts to illuminate an area in the brush, but they hear it first. Through the mental barriers that are normally in place comes a cascade of voices that overlap with each other as they murmur the same words in unison. Included in the haunting chorus are Barnaby and Rosaria’s voices. ]
Overgrown. Burn. Shard.
[ The voices sound like they’re in pain as the roots creak while it stands, and the cavity of its body starts to glow more intensely as it turns its attention to Vander and Childe. In that fiery-colored glow is a single humanoid skull in the mass surrounded by crystals of various shapes and colors. ]
Hurt. Die.
[ The roots of its spindly arm start to converge and solidify into more of a solid mass, but it's lumbering and slow as it starts to move towards them. It’s as if it’s not used to walking. ]
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Overgrown. Burn. Shard.
[ The voices sound like they’re in pain as the roots creak while it stands, and the cavity of its body starts to glow more intensely as it turns its attention to Vander and Childe. In that fiery-colored glow is a single humanoid skull in the mass surrounded by crystals of various shapes and colors. ]
Hurt. Die.
[ The roots of its spindly arm start to converge and solidify into more of a solid mass, but it's lumbering and slow as it starts to move towards them. It’s as if it’s not used to walking. ]