There was a twinkle of delirious insanity in Killian's eyes. Those twinkling eyes gazed at the land below him— bare, having nothing above but the silence of the dead.
Yet he imagined a platter of corpses, both the ones underneath and the ones that would soon be above being consumed by his tendrils.
And he would get a ding of progress back in return.
The human rabbit shook her head. The expression on his face only conveyed one thing to her.
"You are a madman."
Killian smiled, walking back towards the forest. The plans he formed in his head slowly took shape as he looked around the forest. His eyes locked on a sturdy branch of a tree.
"I've heard that before. Should I take it as a compliment now?"
"No," the human-rabbit sighed, walking into the forest with him. "So, what exactly do you want to do? Do you need my help to overturn the graveyard?"
