He never would have imagined that such a terrifying creature lurked within the most sacred Oak Space.
Beside him, Anjebel had long since been scared witless. She stared blankly at the heap of ruined wood, unable to believe that the place she had lived in for centuries looked like this.
Especially when she saw those Lowest-Rank Elves wrapped tightly in dense threads, endlessly supplying energy, she instinctively touched herself, as though she too were wrapped in a net of trees.
Yet the instant her fingers touched her skin, she discovered rows of tiny holes across her body. Branches were sprouting from within them, burrowing out from beneath her tender pores like maggots multiplying.
Those shoots seemed to have taken root inside her body.
She could feel that the threads had been cut when she entered the attic, yet now, as the two spaces fused, they had sprouted anew.
The buds writhed constantly through her soul and flesh, slowly drawing out the Elves' most primordial Origin Essence.
It was like squeezing juice from them.
Fear rose within her, and she looked toward Li Ziran, hoping this Witch Doctor could help her.
"Li... your body!"
At that moment, she truly did not know what to say.
There were even more needle holes on Li Ziran's body, packed even more densely. Fine emerald-green rays shot from his pores, linking directly to a treehouse somewhere on the second floor.
Following the rays outward, she found Aimier, who had been tending flowers. And from Aimier, line after line of light extended toward Dan, that ugly monster.
Yet there was not the slightest connection between Li Ziran and Dan. This bizarre triangular arrangement made him understand: Aimier controlled Li Ziran, while Dan controlled Aimier. As for Li Ziran...
She did not know how to describe it.