146 Enslave the Gods

Spiritual Incense flowed out of Harun's cracked body, merging with the coiling serpent whose height increased to 10 meters. But even as his wounds healed at a rapid pace, blood dripped from Harun's injuries, fusing with the devastated ground to produce a bed of thumb-sized plants. Too absorbed by Harun's condition, at first, Jiyan didn't care for the plants' rise. But when the floral species multiplied across dozens of square kilometers, laced in a foreign scent that filled both Mukri and her with a sense of foreboding, her eyes grew dignified. Thunderous cries pealed from the floral legions as they twisted and morphed into spiritual mandrakes. With emerald leaves and brown roots, those mandrakes carried the most toxic energies Jiyan had ever come across of. At the roots, the faces of wrathful demons took shape, giving the eerie plants an oppressive aura.