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The setting sun spilled the last of its warmth over the cover of leaves and branches. The forest itself buzzed with life from every inch and corner. Yet all of it, even the sun, fell on blind senses. The only thing he could hear was the low groan of twisted wood. A body, just below the height of his knee, shifted and formed until it was fully built. Twin slits opened to reveal nothing but a gaping mass of darkness. Phantom like tendrils smoked from the orifice; dissipating into thin air as wisps.
The golem he had created was one of the most common types his past coven had summoned. Except his was all sorts of wrong. The thick bark that made up the being’s body was gnarled and half withered where it should’ve been glossy from good health. From cleansed health.
If his magic had been kept pure then the results would’ve come out drastically different. Well, the appearance would have been at least. The power of which the tree spirit contained was just the same, albeit more corrupted. His creation remained idle in all of it’s ghastly stature, and he remained lost in thought with his hand rubbing at the scruff on his face.
No matter what angle he wanted to view this at, Emmerick had to face that this was the embodiment of how far he had fallen. From the purity of nature to the curse of the damned – this was what he is to this day.
He didn’t hear or sense another presence come close. It wasn’t until the golem turned it’s head to peer at something past him, did Emmerick realize they had company. Even when he craned his neck to see who it was, he didn’t utter a single word. A simple motion of his hand and the golem crumbled within itself, crushed into the organic matter it had once been birthed from.
“Move along.” As if he was in a place to make such demands, but the instinctual defense of unfriendliness currently fell short.