By now Kriel's body was already covered in large and small, densely packed wounds.
Although Alka and the others were also carrying a few injuries, under Thin Needle's treatment they had recovered quite a bit.
Kriel stared at the massive cocoon wrapped in vines.
It was already too late to figure things out now.
"Jingle jingle—"
The sound of a bell suddenly rang out, coming from the direction of the already bound Kriel.
In his hand, no one knew when, a black-and-red bell had appeared.
From it emanated an evil aura that made one's skin crawl.
Alka's eyes snapped shut and open again; as he watched that evil aura, he caught a scent that felt disturbingly familiar.
In an instant, a huge wave of pink mist surged in like a tsunami, flooding the entire space. With Kriel no longer blocking it, everything went unnaturally smoothly.
Alka's figure appeared directly beside Kriel, and in that brief instant the mass of pink mist was squeezed out and clung to his body.
