As she appeared, the already grotesque plants in the valley began to grow even more twisted and furious. On the rock wall above Owen Bertram's head, an ancient vine grew right out of the rock, even sprouting a large, toothy mouth, sneakily trying to take a bite out of Owen.
Owen flicked his finger, and a spark of spiritual flame turned the ancient vine into ashes. He grumbled, "Control yourself!
The Mesmerizing Demon had a clear fear of Owen. With one roar from him, her small body recoiled and hit the side of the coffin, her tiny mouth pouting: "mean…"
Owen Bertram: "…"
Who's the real menace here?
Nevertheless, the Mesmerizing Demon did regain some control, and her influence over the valley gradually ceased.
Owen tried to soften his voice, pointing at the Flood Dragon Python, "It's yours, but it's so huge. How will you keep it?"
The Mesmerizing Demon stiffly lifted an arm, a whirl of blood-light flying out to coil around the Flood Dragon Python.
