The spikes did not stop there. They slowly and gradually grow, and their tore slowly pierced through Dhalgor's flesh.
Dhalgor was being forced to bow down before Sylvara as his blood continuously dripped through his wounds to the ground.
Dhalgor was using everything he got, every ounce of strength he had. His veins were visible through his skin due to the amount of force he was using. It looked like his veins were about to pop at any moment.
Sylvara spoke as the spikes from the roots continued to pierce through Dhalgor's flesh. "Do You Know What Can Happen!"
"To You!"
"And Everyone Else!"
Sylvara stated with her cold voice. Her eyes had an otherworldly gleam in them, and her voice had a hint of frustration with the rage.
Dhalgor tried to respond to Sylvara, but the root on his necks and the spikes pierced through them were not letting him to utter a single word.
"AARRRGGHHH!!"
