The Vine Demon had not appeared for long now, far less entrenched than when it occupied the loft.
The intricate web and fabric occupied the entire loft, impossible to handle all at once.
Three branches reached in from the window, all from the same direction.
A flash of Sharp Metal from the Begonia Hairpin in my hand severed the three thick vine tendrils at the base.
But I didn't fall back to the ground, instead I firmly held onto the vine's poisonous remnants, suspended in midair, "You're nothing special."
"It's no use, you can't save them. My Poison Ivy is immortal!" a coarse, cold voice echoed in the room, as though emerging from the depths of an ancient well.
This was the first time since encountering the Vine Demon that I'd heard it speak.
Indeed, it was a sentient, thinking entity.
Judging from its words, it was surely a cunning and cruel Evil Demon.
I squinted my eyes, looking down below.
