The wizard’s lab was destroyed. She lay in a corner, a
bloody pulp flung by the knotty monster. It rummaged through the wreck, feeling
that it was close. Its roots ran over the floor, feeling for any hidden panels
while its vines roamed the shelves. It sounded like a tree swaying in the breeze.
With a triumphant grunt, it tore a scroll from the wall and stuffed it down its
jagged maw. It made its approximation of a smile; it was almost whole again. It
strode forth from the wizard’s tower, moving unerringly towards the next
fragment of its body.
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