The tree screamed out loud. Its voice sounded like a baby in pain, but brittle and raw. Egul closed in again while the tree was suspended in the air and slammed it downward.
The impact sent shockwaves and snow flying in every direction. The hardened bark shattered, scattering fragments across the ground.
However, the tree didn't die just yet. Its horn continued to wriggle as if still alive. Desperate to gain any advantage, fleshy tendrils shot out from its body.
Slithering across the snow-covered field, the tree's tendrils tried desperately to attack anyone in sight. But there was no one close enough to reach. Egul remained unfazed by the tentacles of flesh shooting up from the tree.
He sneered as he blocked every strike, not allowing a single one to touch him. Then, he counterattacked with a punch. The bark shattered again, leaving the creature more damaged than before.
