The room, still reeking of the aftermath of Lyerin's dark display, seemed to draw in the shadows as a new presence entered.
A man dressed in a sleek black suit, his face obscured by darkness, moved silently towards the center of the chamber. His steps were inaudible, his figure almost blending into the gloom that now dominated the room.
As he approached, the Thousand Shadow Panther, now weakened and crouching low, let out a low growl, though it didn't dare make a move against him.
The man's eyes, hidden beneath the shadow cast by his hat, squinted slightly as he assessed the scene before him. His gaze fell on the grotesque tree, its slick, black bark gleaming ominously in the dim light.
Without any apparent movement, a flash of light erupted from his side.
A moment later, the Torture Parasitic Tree was cleaved in two with such precision that its top half slid to the ground, crashing with a dull, wet thud.
