Fighting without sweating.

Fighting without sweating. Fighting without stopping. Fighting without caring.

The large, enormous, ever-growing body of the Mutated Snake moved up and down. She swirled around.

Her tail smashed the large but, to her, enormously smaller Demonic tree clones. From her perspective, the clones seemed small.

Time passed in an instant. Both children of the Demonic tree had escaped, but not the Demonic tree himself.

Hopefully for me, every second brought further destruction to the spiritual energy of the Demonic tree, while the Mutated Snake was a living mental imagery. She would live.

She would not tire as she was filled with my hatred to a very large extent.

...

The next year, they came to a negotiation. Their negotiation was killing each other. The Mutated Snake was loyal to me as mental imagery, and the Demonic tree had learned quite a few skills to now be able to combat the Mutated Snake.