As hysterical laughter echoed a dozen steps away from Yarnha, confusion overtook the Spirit.
They were feeling the same pain.
How could he laugh like that then?
How come he wasn't screaming like she was?
It was obvious, more than ever.
He was a Monster.
But beyond this,
'What is... Happening?'
Yarnha's extended and half-clenched hand twitched.
'What's up with this...' She curled up her fingers a bit further. 'Lack of resistance?'
The Spirit was absolutely bewildered.
Previously, a certain amount of pressure and pushback could be felt.
But now, nothing.
It almost felt like she could clench, and therefore crush the Monster, with ease.
It was so strange that the Nature Spirit started doubting its senses.
'Did he run away somehow? No... I can hear his laughter. I can still feel my roots in contact with his body. But then... How come...?'
