He gave off a regal air, one befitting a ruler no doubt but anyone with eyes could tell that it was a front, a sorry attempt at pretending to be something he was not.
As the King of the Tree Spirits, Platadoris's tree-like appearance was no surprise, however, mushrooms leaking black goo told of a story, one that was easy to make out considering the state of the forest.
"You are corrupted." Alex pointedly said as he stepped forward with the group.
A shameful appearance I possess which is why I require the assistance of the dragon and bear.
"Hmm?" Alejandro raised a brow in questioning at which point Platadoris remarked.
Please kill me.
"What?"
***
Many a thought had popped up in Alex's head when he began pondering on potential reasons their camp was attacked.
It ranged from the mutants going into a frenzy to crazier thoughts like the source of the corruption coming for them.
