And this should be the last time, too.
Just as Lynn had never forgotten his purpose.
Inside the enormous trunk, great quantities of diseased black fluid filled every corner. The tremendous backlash brought on by the curse was like some terrifying virus, eating away at the Mother Tree of Desire's enormous body, inside and out, bit by bit.
Thunderous crashes rang out one after another.
The three great hives' assault on the Mother Tree of Desire had reached a fever pitch. Given her current condition, defeat was only a matter of time.
"So you still refuse to submit to me, Mother Tree?"
Lynn stepped along the bloody, muddy branches inside her, pressing a hand to the corner of his mouth as he made his way upward.
A sinister, enigmatic expression appeared on his face, more wicked than those of most creatures.
He said softly:
"Just like when I first arrived here. You cleverly laid a trap for me, and I obligingly walked right into it. I have to hand it to you-you really did almost succeed. Because if that many people had died all at once, I really wouldn't have been able to explain myself to the Matriarch."
"But Mother Tree, why go to all that trouble?"
"All you needed to do was send me a message. Given how intimately we know each other, you could easily have gained a powerful ally. But instead, you insisted on scheming, on throwing away your bright future and putting the two of us on opposite sides."
He tapped the hard trunk beneath his feet with his cane.
He said quietly:
"Don't you think... that was an incredibly stupid thing to do, Mother Tree?"
Shnk-
Shnk-
The moment he finished speaking, sharp tendrils of flesh shot toward him, crisscrossing in an instant to