The colossal force slammed into Whisker mid charge, sending him hurtling backward at terrifying speed, tearing through the skies like a comet.
Inside a world engulfed in green, the Gardener's thoughts raced at a pace incomprehensible to most.
His eyes were still filled with utter hatred, but behind that, there was still some clarity.
He hated that things had spiraled out of his control. He hated that he had ended up this way.
However, his logical mind made it impossible for him to take illogical actions.
'As a Gardener, it's important to know when a child is beyond nurturing.'
The words he had once lived by were now what he used to hold his mind together.
He was beaten.
His Will fractured.
There was no miracle waiting for him.
He couldn't win this fight, not with Whisker still present.
Which meant, he had to escape.
It burned his soul.
The thought that the accursed boy would get to live another second scorched him from the inside.
But there was no helping it.
