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26 IXTAL 13 WITH FLOWERS (2/2)

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She had to force the door several times to open it. Hatilly didn't know what to expect, but he certainly didn't imagine that.

The room was completely covered with flowers from floor to ceiling. An exaggerated profusion of color danced in the flickering lamplight. Exotic seedlings ran down the walls and their finger-shaped leaves heaved as if they were breathing. The flowers seemed to mock her in the darkness, displaying their colorful petals as signs of fire. They had all sprung from a single dark core: a huge closed flower bud, dropped near the hearth, where Hatilly herself used to read while Cazworth worked. There were scattered pieces of pottery and earth. The zoccid had grown too large.

From its pulsing petals emerged all kinds of bulges. Hatilly just thought of running to set the house on fire and burn that terrible bouquet. But not without Cazworth. The vines had curled around the chair legs, the table legs, the legs of the…

Your husband.

Still sitting in his chair, Cazworth was completely covered with a twisted mass of leaves. Barefoot and slipping in the foliage, Hatilly made it to him. She began to frantically cut the strangling vines, but each cut only made them squeeze even harder and produced little thorns that pierced her and her husband. The blood began to drain. As soon as the drops fell, the flowers of the zoccidea rushed to the blood to feed.

Hatilly managed to release a pale, icy hand from Cazworth.

A smell of decaying corpse flooded the room. With tears in her eyes, she stared at what was left of the couch where the bud of the zoccidea was blooming.

The odor got stronger. Hatilly had noises. Giant petals dripped in colorful layers, with striking red and green elongated petals adorned with black tips, revealing a woman in place of the stem. Her hair was blood red. His flesh looked like leaf. Vines and petals enveloped her in deadly beauty. She opened her eyes. They looked like panther eyes, squinted to see their prey better.

The woman who had bloomed from the flower stood up.

Hatilly then held the scissors like a dagger.

”Do you want to prune me yet?” Said the thing, in a deep voice that seemed to swallow Hatilly.

”Who are you?”

”The flower you so wanted to see bloom.”

Suddenly the odor disappeared. There was no smell of death anymore.

Hatilly inhaled sweet fragrances; orange blossoms, the scent of sapphire roses, the fruity aroma of the cráquem lily, the musk of the moon pearls, the delicate wisteria notes. There were many secret flowers; Somehow she knew their names and they smelled of colors her eyes had never seen before. A name came to Hatilly's head…

Zyra

”Thank you for the beautiful garden,” Zyra said, nodding at what was left of Cazworth. ”You took good care of me, but we need more nutrients. To make the soil more… fertile.”

Hatilly saw images of a world covered by a colorful and deadly bouquet. It was a beautiful swirl of soft, agitated tones that choked cities. There were no graves, no war, no money... Hatilly was breathless. She didn't even feel it when the vines pulled her down, nor when the thorns buried themselves in her flesh, tearing at her skin, shedding her blood.

”Enter the ever-blooming garden ...” Zyra whispered through the stems and petals. ”This is where death blooms, you don't want to miss this beautiful color show, do you?”

Hatilly didn't answer, because he already had the flowers.

Zyra was basking in the blood of her victims.

when suddenly a big explosion!

BOOM!

a great wave of energy begins to mirror across the continent

Zyra feels a horrible shiver down her spine as if death are ready to take her soul to hell!

”Zyra” what is this?

What overwhelming power is that?

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