Roots pulled Lin Cheng down while flowers rose to meet him in a dance that I could watch forever.
Seriously... it was like watching a train wreck. I might be detached, but even I could see the enjoyment of watching the inevitable happen.
And it couldn't have happened to a more deserving group of people.
I hummed softly under my breath as one of Lin Cheng's arms disappeared into a cluster of blooms. The screams that came from that was like the chorus to a song as old as time.
But the jungle wasn't done with him yet.
His legs were dragged in different directions, and his head snapped backward as a vine wrapped around his neck and pulled him into the wall he had built with his own power. It was a repeat of how Huang Zedong had died, but really... how inventive could plants be when they were hungry?
The end of the dance came when the stone wall cracked around him, swallowed him, and bloomed.
I stared at the flowers opening across the surface of the wall.
