“Tch.” Gladion swung both his Doublades. They bounced off.

“That won’t work. The Qliphoth can’t be cut down that easily.” Gladion tensed up. It was his mother’s voice. He looked around.

“Where are you?” he said. “Show yourself!”

“Sorry Gladion. Can’t do that.” Her voice had no one source. It seemed to generate from the entire forest all at once. “I’m all the way down here and you’re all the way up there.”

“Then why can I hear you?”

“The Qliphoth is a tree,” she said. “What self-respecting Secretary of Agriculture couldn’t speak through the trees?”

- Ragnarust Round 4