Just as he moved his sword, he noticed it.
The eyes of the creature staring at him.
Panic bubbled under his skin as he quickly tried to float back away from the thing.
"Relax,"
Nayomi said, as she wrapped her hand over his shoulder, stopping him in place.
"It's not awake."
Akamir drew in a deep breath as he looked at the thing once again.
Even though the thing's eyes were open, it didn't move to attack him.
He let out a sigh of relief as he felt Nayomi's chin softly placed on his shoulder.
"Cut it down before it actually wakes up," she whispered into his ear.
Akamir steadied himself, though his grip on the sword was still tight.
He floated closer again, adjusting the angle of his blade.
The Starburn flower pulsed faintly, like it had a life of its own, its glow reflecting off the smooth black surface of the creature's skin.
"Now," Nayomi whispered, voice like a breeze.
Akamir didn't hesitate this time.
