Close to fifty Abominations snarled and writhed, caught in the iron embrace of Lyrate's summoned branches and roots.
Each thick as a tree trunk, the living branches had coiled around the monsters like giant serpents, wrapping around limbs, torsos, and throats, lifting many of them off the ground entirely. The air was filled with the sound of straining muscle and screeching rage as the beasts fought in vain.
North and Steve paused just long enough to take in the sight. Then they nodded and dashed into separate tunnels, leaving Lyrate to her work.
And her work had only begun.
Lyrate stood in the center of the chaos, motionless, her hands loose by her side.
The first kill happened without her even blinking.
A massive branch, coiled around a wolf-shaped Abomination, suddenly shifted. Thorns grew—slow at first, then violently. Dozens of black spikes erupted inward through the creature's torso, puncturing lungs, heart, and bone in an instant.
