812 Safest Place in the Forest

Coraline pursed her lips... and looked to Beatrice. 

⊰ not-burnable ⊱ 

It was surprising that her familiar determined that fire was *not* super-effective against the Tree God. 

Years of pocket monster academy training... wasted! 

However, that was... fine. Coraline didn't want to be immolated along with the Tree God, anyroad. 

Then... the other?

Coraline stared at her second shadow, its outline clearly illuminated by the glowing images above them. 

It turned to face her, shrugging its shoulders. 

Since Ishmael knew his limits as a half-step Gold Rank, it sounded like her getting the sap was hopeless.

Still, she didn't want to accept a shrug as a real answer. 

"Oy," She growled. "Give me something better than that."

[Wait for back-up,] Ishmael signaled with his hands. 

"...Nevermind." 

Sealed in the Tree God's inner sanctuary as they were, there was no back-up.