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Salem sighed in relief as he watched the vines fall lifeless onto the ground and the mages body toppled over. He was breathing hard, an adverse effect from what ever that mage had done. He took a few deep breathes as he witnessed Victor grab something from the cabin, noticing a glow in one hand and a sword in the other. He sat down on the ground, taking whatever solace he could in knowing his life was no longer in any immediate danger. He listened to Victor explain how Edmond used his magic, taking a mental note to research further applications for this technique if at all possible. A sharp pain now jabbing at his chest as his hearing slolwy gave out and all his senses dulled to give way to the excruciating sensation now presenting itself in his lungs. Before Salem could grab the sword he doubled over, falling to his side as his body forced him into the fetal position and all that could be heard were sharp gasps of air.

Salem could feel tiny legs crawling up his esophagus, mustering any strength he had left to help flip himself over onto all fours. He began hacking and coughing as saliva began to dribble out and all he could do was dry heave for a moment. After a few sharp breathes he finally pushed hard enough, his stomach retracting and his diaphragm helping to expell whatever was lodged within him. Small root systems came flying out of his mouth and landed on the ground. Each having Salem heavy breathing between spews as his eyes remained wide open in horror at what was coming out from within him. His eyes slowly and shakily turned to see the pile of ashes with roots bursting through, wondering how much longer until he would've ended up in a similar situation. With a final heave he dislodged the rest of the plants within him, letting out a feral scream of pain.