284 - Tour (6)

An hour before…

“Are you sure about this, sire?” a figure cloaked in black robe and pointy top asked. Its face was as black as the night save for the two shiny circles on the place of its eyes. The voice of this figure was unusual. It was like it was hovering over the border of feminine and masculine, indistinguishable and unknown.

The sound of painful shrieks echoed from the tentacled bushes in front of them. Those mandrakes, as they were known as, were sitting on the ground and hugging their own leafy body with their tentacles, shivering as they tried to get away from the light balls that were heating them. But their effort was to no avail as the balls were surrounding them. They whimpered as the balls kept on flying extremely closer to them every few seconds. Intense heat could be felt radiating from the balls, warming up the plant monsters to the point of their natural body water almost dried up.

Another cloaked figure watched as the light