"Excellent." The Egovore responded.
One word.
That was all Kion needed to hear to confirm his greatest suspicion, and his greatest fear.
That he was as good as dead.
Both Kai and he, had walked into something that nobody in the history of humanity had ever come out of alive.
"Well, well, well…" the Egovore said, loosening its grip on Kion's hair, "it seems you finally realise what you, my friend have just walked into. Any last prayers?"
Kion squirmed as vines stretched from the surrounding trees and wrapped tightly around his legs, his arms, and his torso. The vines raised and suspended him in the air, like he was a fly caught in the middle of a web. His longsword slipped free of his hands and clattered to the ground.
The Egovore approached, slow and steady.
Kion writhed, but it was of no use. The vines wrapped tighter the more he struggled. His already smashed ribs continued to crack under the new pressure. He was in worlds of pain.
