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The Seed shuddered when Jen's stick impaled the heart. The flesh around it turned brown an shriveled releasing a brown gas from the wound. For a moment, it seemed the seed appeared be fighting back against the corruption from the salt. Black shoots shot from the shriveled flesh. Coating it. Attempting to heal it. But then, when Jen ripped the heart out, the healing stopped and the entire heart quickly shriveled up.

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Time around Jen came to a sudden halt. A hand fell upon his right shoulder.

The Being spoke in Jen's ear. [color=8493ca]"Oh my! Look at you go! Scoring points with the allies before the treasonous act you must commit."[/color] 

With a snap, The Being disappeared and reappeared in front of Jen. He hovered in the air in a sitting position. [color=8493ca]"Traitor to her, or traitor to him. Quite the dilemma you find yourself in."[/color]

The Being vanished. Time rushed back in on itself.

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Most of the Seed's tendrils stopped shuddering and almost seemed to calm. All except for the part of the Seed that once belonged to Nieffar. It seemed to whimper and shake. The Nieffar's tendrils curled up around the main body, covering up the two hearts located there. Was it protecting those hearts, or something else?

Chres frowned and limp backwards. He was beyond exhausted. Yet despite his tire, he fought to focus. 

Of the three hearts left, The last one belonging to lord O'Kal was the only one currently exposed. The only question was how would they get to it? They were all beaten and bruised up. And Chres doubted that the Seed would let it's them get close enough to toss more salt into its stomach.

The seed waved it tendrils hesitantly in the air. It seemed cautious now. Perhaps afraid? It released guttural growl that made its bloated stomach contract and visibly rumble. The intestines and innards, connecting the stomach, began move. Slowly hoisting the stomach upwards as if on a pedestal.

Chres cautiously limped backwards. Each step pure agony.

The stomach, shaped like the bud of a flower nearly in bloom, turned its tip towards the pactmakers and spat. Acid spewed from the stomach towards Chres, Týfurkh and Jen. The first bit grazed Jen in the right shoulder. A second shot hit a limping Chres off the side of his bad leg.

Chres screamed. Once again falling to the ground.

The seed saw its opening and took it. All of O'Kal's tendrils shot towards the fallen Chres. Quickly, Chres threw up a wall. The last bit of his stored body heat used up in that moment. 

The seed roared and began to wrap its tendrils around Chres's barrier.

He would likely die here. That much, he had accepted. But at the very least, they could take advantage of this moment. With Nieffar in his curled up, shivering state and O'Kal's tendrils focused on Chres, that left the last of O'Kal's hearts undefended. Ripe for being picked off by an icy blade.

[color=00aeef]”Karina!”[/color] Chres cried. [color=00aeef]”Take the shot!”[/color]