Capítulo 222: Restrictions

"You've tasted my blood, huh?"

Mark's fighting spirit started burning.

'If she's using the whole Forest, there must be a weak point. An obvious one, just like for the Fire Spirit. Just gotta find it.'

This, of course, was simply an assumption.

Fueled by the Green Mist, his past experiences, and his shallow understanding of how the Higher World worked.

"That's right. Just a couple of drops though." Yarnha slowly extended a hand towards Mark. "Time to get the rest of it."

His leg twitched as he stared at her.

'Huh?' Confusion suddenly overtook his intoxicated mind.

Pierce-

"Why... Didn't you move?" Yarnha asked.

A tree root had gone through Mark's shoulder.

There was something in the Spirit's voice.

Something that shouldn't have been there.

It was a tiny difference. Something that Mark shouldn't have been able to perceive.

He jumped back, and the hole through his shoulder was filled.