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Ishmael didn't respond- it didn't even seem like he heard. More vines sprouted out of the ground in a circle around him and began to interweave around him, acting as a domelike structure.

The piece of roof being thrown caught the attention of the ensnared Bushbeast, which did its best to fix Dust with a glare.

"Oh, for the love of-" The crow suddenly spoke in a familiar voice. In the blink of an eye, the bird was replaced with Orphos, who peered into the pit with thinly veiled concern. He absentmindedly brushed a feather off of his shoulder. "All this work and this is what I get? An angry glorified topiary and a god who can't even think straight?"