I have it, but things are not simple as the other times; everything is connected. The branches that are prisoning me and also the ones which are spread over five hundred miles under the ground.
If it had been just that, I would have been able to pull it inside me, but it is not all; the biggest obstacle is its bloodline. The phantom is still outside, resisting the pull. The Goat man also seemed to understand that, as horror disappeared from its eyes and mock appeared.
'It seemed like there was no other choice,' I thought and sighed, and the next moment, a vast amount of energy began to flow out of me.
These are no common energies, but energies that made my strings, and they are spreading far and wide; I have to get my strings into everything; it is the only choice.
