After psychologically preparing himself, Lothur again advanced against that little plant that looked like a thin ice sculpture.
This time he was prepared to receive the counterattack of the will that had acted against him in the first moment.
Hence, the moment he tried to pull that plant out of the ground, an icy fog again covered him, trying to suffocate him in an icy grip.
The demon saw this from its position and watched what Lothur was trying.
'Is he trying to force himself?' Its eyes narrowed. 'Does he think he's going to get the approval of the spirits of this place just because he wants to?'
'Impossible!'
'The only way to get it is to have the affinity that you clearly don't have!'
It decided to continue watching Lothur's actions in anticipation of seeing this fellow injure himself under the spiritual attacks of the will protecting the resources in that place.
