For the first time, Sylven felt that the plants were no longer his friends or his family. They felt like foreign creatures that he had never known before, despite the connection he had shared with them for so long.
The realization unsettled him more deeply than he wanted to admit. He had always believed that plants were different from other living beings.
They could be dangerous when threatened, but he had never thought of them as cruel and bloodthirsty like this. Yet the forest before him had deliberately manipulated two powerful creatures into fighting until they were too exhausted to resist.
Now it was preparing to devour them while one of them was still alive.
Sylven gritted his teeth. His young face hardened with anger, and despite being only fourteen years old there was a frightening expression. Anyone who saw him at that moment would have found it hard to see him as a normal youth.
His eyes contained a cold fury that did not belong on such a young face.
