Chapter 337: Battle In The Prison
Close to fifty Abominations snarled and writhed, caught in the iron embrace of Lyrate’s summoned branches and roots.
Each thick as a tree trunk, the living branches had coiled around the monsters like giant serpents, wrapping around limbs, torsos, and throats, lifting many of them off the ground entirely. The air was filled with the sound of straining muscle and screeching rage as the beasts fought in vain.
North and Steve paused just long enough to take in the sight. Then they nodded and dashed into separate tunnels, leaving Lyrate to her work.
And her work had only begun.
Lyrate stood in the center of the chaos, motionless, her hands loose by her side.
The first kill happened without her even blinking.
A massive branch, coiled around a wolf-shaped Abomination, suddenly shifted. Thorns grew—slow at first, then violently. Dozens of black spikes erupted inward through the creature’s torso, puncturing lungs, heart, and bone in an instant.
It let out one last gargled cry before going limp.
Then another. A boar-beast bucked and kicked, trying to snap the roots that bound its legs, but the vine responded by twisting tighter, forcing the creature into a seated position. Then, with a wet pop, five spikes shot through its back and out its chest.
Blood rained down like mist.
Lyrate finally moved.
She floated forward slowly, her feet barely touching the ground. Her expression was blank, but I felt her delight through our mental link.