None of them could move, only watch in horror as the hand crept closer to Draymon.
Well… everyone except her, of course.
Choosing to save Elyndra didn't mean Kelly cared about the rest of them. The only thought in her mind was how sad it would be to lose the guy with the paintbrushes—nothing more.
She hadn't even known them for more than a few days, so it was far too soon to care. Or at least, care enough to feel bad while watching this idiot die.
It was just a little pain, you know?
The horrendous screaming of the faces in the forest trees grew louder as lightning tore down from the sky, as if even the heavens recoiled at the waves of insidious power radiating from the horror.
Just as everyone thought it was the end, that Draymon was about to die…
Drip. Drip.
Blood fell from his fingers to the ground. The roots of a distant tree shot up immediately, devouring it before sinking back into the earth.
The hand dropped to the abomination's side.
The forest's screams stopped.
