After losing half his head, Mr. Jeb finally fell silent. Now truly a corpse, he no longer moved. The flesh and blood remaining on his body rapidly decayed as if a video had been fast-forwarded, and soon turned into dry bones.
Sifa had no way of judging his condition. He only knew that his weakness was in his head. As a Reaper, he could easily see the target's body filled with various colors, and just now, the ghastly white that represented a weakness had been on Mr. Jeb's head.
Sifa rose to his feet, left the great tree, and continued following Chik's footprints. Along the way, he left inconspicuous markers to guide Caven, who was following behind.
After going a little farther, he heard another weak cry for help.
"Help me."
"Help me."
The voice came from behind a tall nearby tree. With Spirit Vision activated, Sifa easily saw a humanoid aura within the tree.
It resembled the situation from before, except this "person" was not buried underground but had grown together with the tree. His face and half his chest protruded from the trunk, while the rest of his body had fused with it. Judging from the outline of his aura, his body was also incomplete to varying degrees.
This man possessed the racial features of East Balam, which surprised Sifa. He asked, "Who are you? You don't look like you're from here."
The man fused into the tree struggled to raise his head, but he could see nothing. Branches had grown from his eye sockets, and pale green buds had even sprouted from them. His eyeballs were clearly gone, and he had lost his sight.
"My name is Lidoma. I'm from East Balam."
So he really was from East Balam.
Sifa narrowed his eyes slightly. "Mr. Lidoma, what