The darkness exudes a suffocating smell of sweet blood, and it brings not a sense of fear, but a dull warmth.

Not only did the heartbeat around her stop, but Esther realized that her own heartbeat was gone, and she wanted to raise her hand and touch her chest for further confirmation, only to find that her body seemed to belong to her no longer hers.

Vine-like twigs continued to wrap around her body—even if Esther's mind was incoherent, she immediately reacted that these flesh-and-blood plants did not grow from the ground, but directly from her body, and in the blink of an eye, they grew luxuriant leaves, intimately brushing Esther's unconscious.

They weren't even trying to restrain Esther, but they were dragging her in the direction of the heart, as she couldn't move freely.

Thin tendrils pierced into her eyes, gently covering the mark, but without the slightest pain, as if they were part of the body, only now free, embracing and supporting the immobile limbs in turn.

The fire and light were gone, and all the sights were gone, except for the humming sound that echoed in her ears. More and more points of light fell from Esther's hair, most of them floating quietly around her, while a few gradually turned red, and then exploded, turning red into beads of blood and dissipating into the air.

Esther let out a low cough, something was choked in her throat and it was growing, pressing down on her throat and trachea, no, she wouldn't be in pain, because she didn't need to breathe...... Plants don't need to breathe with their lungs, do they?

Yes, yes, what is the difference between plants and humans?

In the midst of the humming, Esther caught this little noise, and it was gradually amplifying, and was calling with great eagerness, with a drum beat with a unique rhythm, like a beat that had been prepared for a long time, and was about to be played with great enthusiasm.

No, it's the sound of a heartbeat.

A flame bloomed from Esther's palm, it was so brilliant, dangerous, and terrible that it only burned with destruction and pain, and it should be extinguished, and it had to be thrown away as soon as possible—Esther defied that idea, and she gripped the diamond-shaped piece of iron harder, even as the flame almost roared in her hand and began to burn violently outside her limbs.

Esther's mind gradually cleared, and the blazing flames enveloped her completely, and the emotions of pain and relief were intertwined, and finally returned to a warm calm.

Her blood does not flow through the branches and leaves, and her language is not a bud that spreads a little, it is not her consciousness, but an intruder trying to snatch her body.

The flames burned her clothes, and the flames beat against her cheeks and hair like dusters, but Esther was unharmed, only the branches that sprouted from her veins and proliferated for no reason were reduced to ashes in this baptism.

When Esther opened her eyes again, two lines of tears flowed out of her eyes, washing away a layer of dark red ash, her eyes looked tired and silent, and the whites of her eyes were already covered with bloodshot where the roots had crawled.

Asther's throat was still uncomfortable, as if she had a bad abrasion still in her throat, but there was no way to repair herself.

She grabbed the "passing flame" in her right hand, and a spear that gathered and condensed from red and finally turned into a blazing white extended from her hand.

An arrow stepped forward, and the flaming spear in Esther's right hand pierced straight into the huge sarcoma that was gently vibrating in front of her.

She didn't want to think of it as a "heart" anymore, and it made her sick. Especially at the thought that the heart was almost really going to grow out of her body just now, Esther couldn't help but feel a ghost fire in her heart, a kind of cold anger that was offended, and made her hoard her stomach now.

The spear easily pierced the outer membrane of the giant sarcoma, and the inner part was also punctured in one go, and Esther felt no resistance under his hand. The flames are its weak point, not to mention the fact that the parts that surround the heart are only as hard as tofu brains, and are the nutrient medium responsible for feeding something deep.

There was no expression on Esther's face, except that her voice was less of her usual calmness: "You're muddy

The bad instinct just made you make the worst choice?"

Not expecting any answers, she released the flames brewing in the spear, and a flaming and rolling ball of flowers bloomed from the wound and erupted from the inside out. In the roar, the fragmented medium that had been exploded flew away, but it was blocked by the wall of fire that was also burning in front of Esther, and it was completely burned dry in the sound of "hiss".

Esther shook her head, and she heard strange screams and wails, full of murmurs like scratching at the blackboard, as if someone was playing a jammed recording in her head, and the sound quality was so bad that it made people want to smash the radio.

The thing was still not dead, like a baby, screaming silently in Esther's consciousness.

Esther stretched out her left hand nonchalantly, grabbing at the mass of media in front of her that had been blown into mud, and a soft ball of flesh the size of a walnut fell into her palm.

The scream grew louder, but Esther held the thing and remained silent for a few moments before resisting the urge to eat it.

She smiled self-deprecatingly, "Don't be afraid, just send you back to Chaos, I can't open another door to send you home, right?"

The screams that the mass of flesh had passed to her grew faint, and it was even full of begging to merge into Esther's flesh.

"Please eat you, it's the first time I've heard such a ...... Such a special request."

Esther said expressionlessly, the diamond-shaped iron piece in her right hand flipped up, and then plunged into the round ball, a flame ignited, and Esther's mind finally calmed down completely.

She let out a long sigh of relief, and with a slight shake of her hand, nothing was left but scattered ashes.

It was a bit disappointing, as Esther stared at the ashes, still looking back at what had just happened, and there were two things she didn't understand the most.

First, she was affected by pollution, and secondly......

Ace nodded at the center of her right eyebrow, and even in this short moment, she had the idea of roasting her brain with flames.

No, no, just thinking about it! But this anger is a bit strange, with my personality should not be like this, is it influenced by Amon?

Esther couldn't get an answer any longer, so she turned the "passing flame" in her hand twice, wiped the dust off it, turned in the direction she had entered, and walked out along the charred path.

The red vines that had been scattered here and there had lost their vitality and hung limply on either side, revealing a wider passage, but nothing left that attracted Esther.

She would have to ask Amon why it was so empty, when there was nothing left.