Pride brushed his hand through the air again, and the wooden statues withered into dust before disappearing into the ground.
After Pride got rid of the trees-turned-statues, the backside regained its lighting and the openness it had before. But the atmosphere was still a little gloomy since the way the statues faded away was a little harrowing and a greater display of Pride's power than simply growing the trees had been.
Bug Hugo sighed in relief as the statues made in his likeness disappeared, and he no longer felt like he was being pressured by the gazes of large pieces of wood.
"Okay, that's definitely going to come in handy. But it's still a while left until we start going underground. So, until then, I don't think there's much for you to do, Pride."
