Beetle against the Tree? (edited)

The world seemingly trembled once the violet canopy crashed into the ground of the Catacomb.

The slim, tall pillars of the room seemingly shivered like frightened spectators at the sight of what had just happened, threatening to snap at any moment.

Lillian felt an uneasy sensation deep inside her heart as the vibrations ominously tapped at her feet, coursing up her spine and causing her to shiver a bit.

'What the hell is going on...'

She then drew her gaze towards Marionette, who continued to stand at the peak of the hill, staring down at the dark wooden body of the stump that bubbled and oozed a putrid red liquid.

It was blood.

The inside of the tree was coursing with blood.

Marionette narrowed her eyes down on it before flinching back, staring at the pillar of blood that arose from the stump that acted as some broken water fountain.