My Infatuation With Death

Chapter 27 : Conflicted

Perspective : Thor Gild

As that plant covered it's core with vines.

Nothing could penetrate it,

I saw it as everyone tried their best to cut those vines, somehow get past it's defences and destroy that core.

But nothing worked, icy spells, incineration, swords made of glass.

Nothing worked.

I was getting worried, but that part of me was still there, which kept saying.

Maybe I could have a try at it.

Maybe I would succeed.

But there I was still standing, I needed to guard them, trust in my friends and hope for the best.

He was also there. I could sense that frustration and anger he felt which was similar to mine.

To be able to do nothing, when our expertise were required the most.

I felt his anger, his hate for himself and that abhorrence for life.

Carrying all those intense emotions,

Patrick charged towards that plant, discreetly approaching it, that plant was unable to move, all those attacks and spells were not all for nothing, It had immobilised that plant, it's movements being res