"Go die!"
A voice filled with resentment came from the Nether Soul Tree.
Hearing this, Michael gave a wary smile. He glanced at the thick block of ice that had narrowly missed his face before turning his attention back to the tree.
Even so, he didn't retreat. Instead, he cautiously inched closer.
"Lunara..."
Michael called out in a soft voice.
"Why are you behaving like this?"
There was no response.
Michael sighed.
"Come on. A few months ago, we were practically the best of friends. Why have you been avoiding me lately?"
Still, no voice answered him.
For a moment, Michael wondered whether Lunara had decided to ignore him completely. However, just as he was about to speak again, a huge block of ice suddenly appeared before him.
Bang!
The ice slammed directly into his body, sending him sliding backward across the ground. His feet left long marks on the surface before he finally lost his balance and fell.
"Ugh!"
To be honest, Michael could have dodged the attack.
