"Uhm, before that, can you please call them off? They're kind of terrifying."
Even while kneeling, the treants stared her down. It was like being watched by thousands of hunting dogs that would tear you apart the moment the right command was given.
Bloom's eyes darted around the weaponized treants a few meters away from her. Although she was a dryad, her proportions were human and were barely above 180 cm. Meanwhile, the smallest of the treants was over 200 cm and dozens surrounded her.
Elian snapped his fingers, and the Weapons all stood up. Then, with awkward movements, they all wobbled together and fell into formation.
"Lead us to him."
At his command, Blooms nervously bowed her head repeatedly and said in a fluster, "Yes! Please leave it to me, Mr. Reed! It's in that direction!"
The dryad then levitated from the ground and floated through the air like a bird. As if freed from gravity, she flowed through the forest like a tree blown by a strong breeze.
"I don't like her…"
