The discharge of roots, branches, and chunks of the trunk was chaotic and uncontrollable. It was no different from a bleeding injury, except that the blood had the shape of pieces of the previous gargantuan tree.
A fraction of the immense amount of mass contained inside the King escaped him, filling a vast area behind him with its twisted shapes before losing any structural integrity. That diverse torrent quickly melted into smoke, which dispersed in the environment.
And, while that True Chaos was still vanishing, something accumulated in the King's throat, eventually making a drop of black blood flow down his parted lips.
To make things worse, the King felt as if he couldn't immediately recover from that injury. The True Chaos would normally fix everything in no time, but the damage Ilman had inflicted was deep and lasting, affecting the King's very being.
