Johnn's stared at the Elder Ent and the twisted Green Men with a look of pure, unadulterated loathing.
"You disgusting, parasitic... rot!" Johnn spat, his voice trembling with a deep-seated rage. "You monster! You don't just kill; you mock us! You use our faces to lure in more? You're not nature—you're a goddamn cancer!"
He began shouting at the monsters, hurling insults that were sharp and personal, as if he weren't talking to trees, but to demons from his own past. Maddy watched him, her divine eyes narrowing. This wasn't the "Hero" performing for a crowd. This was something raw—a trauma awakened, a wound that had never truly healed. His hatred for monsters wasn't just professional; it was visceral.
Maddy stepped forward, her hand reaching out to firmly grasp his armored shoulder.
"Johnn. Calm down."
The heat coming off him was intense, but she didn't flinch. He turned to her, his eyes wild and bloodshot, but the contact seemed to anchor him.
