"Ugh! The poison is acting up again." Queen Dryad grunted, vomiting out black blood. Then, just a step backward, she was already standing in the middle of scorched black soil, and she started morphing back into her tree form. Rooting deep inside the black earth, the oak tree continued to grow into a mature tree with half of its branches and trunk black and the other half returned to normal.
Seeing the difference from earlier, Bobby wondered, 'Must be something to do with me sucking some of that dark fluid from her body.'
"Hey, as much as I like to bring you along, I can't possibly bring a giant oak tree on my back, right?" Bobby said with a cynical smile.
"Lord Damien, I see you have some of those ancient Spatial Beasts' eyes. I would appreciate it if you would put me alongside this black soil." The Oak Tree spoke in the earlier female tone.
