Manipulation

"DIE!!"

Gore swung his spear in front of him, taking down several weeping trees in one go. However, they were soon replaced by even more trees that surrounded him.

"DIE! DIE! DIE!"

He continued to hack down his spear with a desperate and maniacal expression on his face. His eyes were bloodshot, blazing with killing intent as he mowed through dozens of trees and made his way toward the town.

ROAR!

A resounding roar echoed amidst the woods all of a sudden. Gore's familiar had been impaled by a thick, serpentine branch yet again.

"Jora!" Gore screamed in helplessness as he saw his familiar slowly fall to the ground.

It seemed that all the strength had left the white tiger's body. It was full of gaping holes caused by the roots and branches of the weeping trees.

The tiger could no longer carry on.

It glanced at Gore and softly growled, "Grrr…"

"You…" The man's bloodshot eyes teared up as he understood his familiar's intent.