The trunk continues to morph, this time, turning into the shape of a human. It was like the trunk had been turned into some kind of cloth, and someone inside was clawing their way out of it. Elaina did not move a single inch from her spot, and she never moved her eyes away from the entity trying to rip apart the tree's trunk.
"This is getting creepier the longer I look at it."
"[It doesn't matter if it is creepy, Elaina. Get ready for it to strike anytime. You don't want that thing to suddenly maul and kill you because you are not sure whether to fight back or not!]" The God of Farming is also vigilant and is observing the situation, even though he can't directly help Elaina if hell broke loose.
