The roots of the ‘Third Seat of Immorality’ cover my whole body and constrict me.
I can’t move.
I’m guessing it doesn’t want to touch my bleeding right hand, because my right arm up until my elbow is all that isn’t covered by the roots.
That means I can still move my right wrist, but that’s all.
Ahh… Ahh… I can’t use curses well either…
The roots covering my body lift me, and slowly drag me right in front of the ‘Third Seat of Immorality’. There’s something courteous about the way the roots are moving, that actually just creeps me out.
So even a face carved into rhizome can grin…
As I look at it directly and make this small discovery, the ‘Third Seat of Immorality’ is getting closer and closer.
The closer it gets, the uglier it looks.
It sort of looks human, but exudes unpleasantness.
It’s a long shot, and even I know it’s too late for this, but I open my mouth to see if I can negotiate with it.
But unfortunately, just as I’m about to do that, the bottom half of my face is wrapped with roots, meaning I can’t even talk.
“I just thought of something good. How about we just be together like this, Master Rust? Yes. That’s a marvelous, and quick solution. The Lily inside of me is happy too. Let us do that. Yes, let us.”
What looks like hands join together in front of what looks like its face, as the ‘Third Seat of Immorality’ tilts its head and speaks.
Apparently Lily’s habit of putting her fingers together was something she got from the ‘Third Seat of Immorality’.
The ‘Third Seat of Immorality’ opens its hands, and a horizontal crack forms in the rhizome, opening it.
A viscous fluid shows itself from inside the rhizome, bringing with it a foul smell.
The roots continue dragging me forward, and the smell slowly gets worse.
But it’s then that a shadow runs into my field of vision.
Taula!?
She is holding my knife near her hip, and blood is dripping from her mouth.
Taula then runs towards the ‘Third Seat of Immorality’.
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