A flower grew out of it, unlike a normal magic flower. This one was tainted with the breath of the Abyss, looking like a perfect blend of flesh and plant.
Extending his hand to the flower, a tongue extended from the flower, licking his hand. Keles, who was beside Ikenga, looked at the interaction silently. Unlike Ikenga, who was curious about things and liked change, she preferred things to stay the same. Perhaps it was because of her divinity of death and darkness that she felt this way.
Keles watched as the grotesque flower licked Ikenga's hand, her eyes narrowing slightly. The plant, a bizarre fusion of flesh and flora, was a manifestation of the abyssal influence that had seeped into this world. It was a twisted mockery of nature, a testament to the corruption spreading across the land. Yet, Ikenga seemed intrigued, even pleased by the strange creation, as if it were a curious new specimen to be studied rather than an abomination.
