Two minutes, thirty seconds left.

Serif looked heavenward and took a deep breath, he exhaled.

The mutated treemen dashing towards him, arrows screaming towards him, those with hammers dashing forward, the chain users, all of them.

Serif tilted back, an arrow passing in front of his nose, the he dashed forward, the arrows struck in the dirt in his wake, his chain spinning, whipping towards the approaching treemen.

He spun, avoiding an extending vine, just like his chains, but they weren't the original thing, his chain wrapping around treemen necks as he spun, the chain twisting and turning.

Serif landed, the chain looping, then holding it with his free hand, he pulled, the chain snapping, separating there heads from there bodies, black liquid spurting.

He leapt back, just in time, avoiding arrows, he glanced at the archers, keeping there distance, shooting from afar, he had to get rid of them, but first, let's reduce your number, he turned to the board approaching.

Serif dashed forward, meeting them head on, his body moving fluidly between the stickmen, leaning back, parrying, he did it all smoothly, avoiding arrows which impaled the treemen unlucky enough to be in his path.

The treemen either didn't care about comrades only about killing him or they weren't smart enough, as he moved between them, avoiding strikes, which hit the other tree man, his chains simultaneously wrapping around there necks again.

Emerging at the opposite side, he pulled again detaching there heads, thinning there number further.

Now, he turned towards the archers, and dashed forward, turning to a blur, he appeared next to one, wrapped the chain around it in a bit, and dashed forward, pulling it along, it's rotten flesh scraping on the ground, pulling off in the process.

Reaching the next archer he wrapped the chain around it again, and dashed forward, two of them dragging through the dirt behind him.

Serif repeated this a few more times till all the archers were dragging behind him, some still complete, some just body parts, the remaining already shredded from the dragging.

Serif leapt up, high, he swung the chain upward, the remaining treemen below him, and pulled down, the chain along with the remains screaming towards them, slamming into them the next second.

Serif landed and took a deep breath, he looked at his watch, two minutes left, thirty seconds to deal with them, they were tougher sure, but since they were like humans, there necks were weak, and he had experience dealing with multiple humans, sure he had to dodge the chains, and hammers, not to mention the archers, but they weren't as adept as the original, it was like they were learning, just swinging randomly, no he was the target but no technique.

His gaze lingered on there remains, rotten flesh everywhere, ripped vines, black liquid pooling, they should be done, or so he hoped, he turned to the dome.

His eyes narrowed, the original treemen were now fewer than before, Jake had dealt with some but they usually came back, that's when he realized, they had stopped spawning.

He looked at the forest cage, eyes narrowed, something wasn't right, his instinct still felt something was off, but there was nothing, the walls made of thick dark branches and vines stood still, mundane, no it was nothing but mundane.

Just to be sure, he swung his chain at the wall, the chain bouncing back, a small gash appearing where it hit, black liquid trickling down, but it quickly sealed, healed itself.

I do hope whatever she is doing would be damn powerful, he thought turning towards, the dome, Zhadra's hammer completely red.

He looked at the watch, one minute, fourth five seconds.

He leapt up, swung the chain around the dome, the treemen caught between the dome and his silver chains, the he pulled, the chains digging into their body, crackling separating them.

Serif landed, the chains retracting back to his wrist, the treemen collapsing, sliding off the surface of the dome.

Orivin smiled as he saw Serif, Jake had a look of disbelief, transforming to fear the next second, something was wrong.

"Behind you," Orivin screamed out, his instincts screaming out as well.

Serif twisted his body, leaning back, wincing as the vine bit part of his face, zooming past, he dodged barely.

The next second the vine clashed with the dome, a loud clang produced, as it bounced off it's surface.

Serif frowned as he spun around, the vine emerged from the forest wall, twisted to look like chains as best as possible, then something pried itself out, a wooden, bony hand linked to the chain.

The forest thrummed, the remains of the destroyed treemen flowing towards the wall, absorbed by it, as the hand rapidly transformed, flesh forming over it, black flesh, it's remains emerging from the tree wall, but it was not alone, four others emerged, there bodies forming as they came out.

Not on my watch, Serif swung his chain, but an arrow intercepted it, pinning it to the floor, an explosion of black flames following.

Zhadra's power, Serif frowned, they weren't just learning, it was copying there powers, no not just powers, his stomach dropped as the face completely formed.

This time, the flesh wasn't rotting, it was completely black, no vines on the body, it looked almost human, except for the black flames replacing pupils, everything else was the same, no more than same, it was his face staring back at him, the cold emotionless eyes, the flat face, his ponytail.

Except, the flesh was completely black, and it's chain formed out of black vines, next to his treeman clone was Orivin, same look, same shield, then Jake levitating with a bow, and finally Zhadra, no Tavena clone in sight.

Serif looked at his wrist, a minute and ten seconds left, he knew this was going to be tough, the more realistic they looked the more powerful they got, he had concluded that, and that chain strike had confirmed it.

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