Re: CLOUD'S HEART
[MORE TENDRILS SPEAR HIM FROM ALL SIDES, and he dissolves faster in bursts of thick, black smoke on each stab. He screams with a wet noise in his lungs, but spreads his hands to keep himself braced over the flower until there's nothing left of him.
The tendrils circle and snake around the flower once he's gone, but they can't seem to touch it now.]