Clover, who had been preparing to take Cliver's advice with her roots, felt the anger that had filled her body being replaced with triumph. Yet, somewhere deep inside of her, she felt sorry for the beast. It knew not what it did. She took a deep breath, and let her grip on the earth relax.

"Now, beast, rest. Restore what you have destroyed."

From beneath the body of the creature, roots crawled upward. In a slow, calm movement, the tendrils of plant took the corpse below the surface of the soil, leaving only the severed head behind.