The squirming roots on the Dark Elf King's face stretched and dug through the walls of the split-open trunk.
Uwong... Uwong... Ba — Dump...
The roots seemed to be absorbing something, his body glowing feintly in a blue light with each gulp the roots absorbed.
Upon closer inspection, Berkah noticed that the Dark Elf King's entire body was connected to the tree homogenously by the same roots.
"I'm almost... Done."
He muttered, shattering the bone fragment in his right hand as if it were merely an eggshell.
Two more seconds elapsed and the humongous tree began withering, first the leaves lost their lush green color and then the branches became dry and brittle, to an extent where they could barely support Berkah's weight.
[Is he... Absorbing this tree?]
Berkah wondered and wasted no time gathering and condensing a sphere of purple lightning to his palm, a pitch black flame concentrated at its center.
