"I the guardian, I the protector!" the Treant spoke again, this time trying to intimidate Lucas.
"I'll give you a choice: either submit to me right now, or you die," Lucas said casually.
Silence followed, and Lucas sensed trembling in the Treant's consciousness.
"You... DESTROYER!" the Treant yelled, and white-colored roots began surging toward Lucas.
"So, peace was never an option, huh..." Lucas muttered as he readied himself. He waited for the spike to approach, and when it did, his glowing hands became enveloped in a thicker aura.
Lucas grabbed the incoming root, halting its movement both forward and back.
"KUGHHHHHGGGHHHHH!" the Treant grunted in frustration. Lucas began pulling on the root until he felt it reach its limit. With a powerful tug from both hands coated in mana, the white root tore out of the Treant entirely.
Floating in the dark space for a moment, the root dissolved into white particles.
