In an instant, the brambles surrounding Rosalinda twisted violently. The thick vines contracted sharply. Then, without warning, they split into several branches and extended in all directions. They quickly covered a wide area around her, forming a threatening vegetal wall.
The attack was brutal and difficult to avoid. The branches sliced through the air with a high-pitched whistle, ready to lacerate anything in their path.
Yet Nox did not move a single centimeter.
He stayed there, perfectly still, arms slightly spread. He simply watched the brambles rush toward him, and a slow smile appeared on his face. His eyes shone with a strange, almost greedy gleam.
The brambles hit him full force.
They tore his skin with disconcerting ease, ripping his shirt in several places. The thorns carved several deep gashes across his torso and arms. Blood immediately began to flow along his skin, forming thin red lines on his chest.
