Obviously Dark Future

The roots wriggled here and there as they always did. Before, I could not tell any specifics about the roots, but I now clearly knew what the roots' wiggling meant.

Obviously, there was a clear difference between the roots' wiggling when they were in a good mood and that when they were in a bad mood. This time, or more precisely, the third time they wiggled, I could clearly realize that they were wiggling in a bad mood.

As if it showed my instinct wasn't wrong, the roots began to attack the enemy.

Swish!

[Kheeeeeek!]

The White Roots threw the enemy who messed with me high into the air, then dug into the ground again.

Then the White Roots appeared again on the bare ground, which was right behind me, which the Land of Despair had yet to invade.

The White Roots snatched the enemy falling from the air again.

Wiggle, wiggle.