The voices of the broken and dying trees echoed throughout the forest. They cried out in pain as their trunks split and their roots were torn from the earth.
Their screams mixed with curses and desperate pleas that filled every corner of Sylven's mind.
He was the only one who could hear all of them because of the connection he shared with plants. If there were another being who happened to stand nearby and lacked that connection, the sounds would have been just groaning of breaking wood and the crashing of falling trees.
To Sylven, however, every sound carried a voice and every voice carried pain.
He could hear the fear in them as they realized that their destruction was approaching. He could hear their hatred as they cursed him for what he was doing.
The killing continued. Sylven kept pouring his Magic into the forest and used his connection with plants to force the trees apart and crush them beneath their own weight.
