Chapitre 124: THE TURN OF TIDES

NARRATOR'S POV

                In the middle of the dark the sound of breaking wood echoes, disturbing the nearby creatures. Raising the ax pick for the nth time, Rachelle brought it back down with so much force it dug into the wood. With a satisfying cracking of the material she once again pulled it up, ready to hammer it down to the cocoon of roots protecting the witch's body. While on the other hand, Andrea and the others are trying to pry the roots. Using their hand to unravel the roots- somehow.

On the other side of the battle, the witch sensed the danger looming over her body. Because using this wooden puppet of hers, means she can't move her real body- leaving her defenseless. And it will require some time for her consciousness to go back into her body.

In a moment of panic, the monster containing her consciousness growled. A crooked finger pointed in the direction of her body. "Protect me at all cause!" she ordered her servant.