The Stage 5 treeman stood frozen for a few seconds, its giant bark-covered body trembling with so much rage that the branches above its head actually started crackling.
Its eyes—bright molten gold—burned with pure fury, and the roots beneath its feet squirmed like living snakes, reacting to the overwhelming emotion flooding through it.
It let out another deafening roar, one so loud that even the trees surrounding the settlement seemed to flinch.
It stomped once, twice, then grabbed a chunk of the ground and flung it so far it disappeared into the sky like a meteor.
The creature then began pacing in circles, huffing and grunting, pausing every few seconds to snarl at the corpses of its fallen kin as if it couldn't believe what had happened.
It looked around again, still hoping that maybe the little red-aura devil was just hiding behind a bush or under a mushroom or something.
