The race to the hillside that sheltered the Lynx of Chaos and End was faster than Sete had expected: she moved gracefully and swiftly toward the thunderous roars, which continued until the young deity disappeared into the vegetation of that sloping terrain.
Her compatibility with plants could be of great help in avoiding protruding roots or low branches, but the sensitivity of the corrupted vegetation was significantly lower and more subtle, requiring a high level of concentration to establish proper communication and control, which prevented her from using them to her advantage during a difficult fight such as the one that lay ahead.
Of course, purifying the forest would not be such a complex task if the young deity had 100% of her power available, however, as this was not the case, she would need to deal with the high-level mutant creatures before reviving the plants.
And speaking of corrupted monsters, Sete found herself in a complicated situation: the Lynx had stopped roaring some time ago, which made the atmosphere of the gray forest too quiet.
At that moment, something rustled in the dense bushes behind the girl, so she turned in that direction with her spear in her hands, ready to attack. However, the creature did not jump out from among the dead leaves as she had expected. On the contrary, the canopy of a corrupted tree to her right shook violently, supporting the weight of something large, and soon after, the bushes on the left creaked, the thing walking among the thorny branches…
Sete tried her best to stay focused, trying to sense any nearby presence through the gray plants, which was not easy. Sweat poured from her pale forehead, and the Lynx remained circling her, hidden by the withered foliage — it was toying with its prey, showing that it should not be underestimated and making it clear that this was its domain.
The girl was practically moving in circles as the creature circled her with increasing speed.
So Sete decided it was time to take the first step: she took a handful of seeds from the pocket of her black military pants and was about to throw them on the ground around her when the huge feline jumped from the treetops, right into her blind spot, knocking her down.
The Lynx must have been almost four meters long and about two meters tall, its thick coat a mixture of dark gray, purple, and black, with blood-red eyes and slit pupils full of rage. In addition, its claws and fangs were completely black, emanating a dangerous dark lilac aura.
In short, it was no ordinary animal.