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When the core of Vick the forsaken was ultimately controlled by Van Loon's The Eye of the Demon, it gradually lost its original dark red glow and slowly descended back to the ground. The scattered bones on the ground seemed to sense the core's call and began to move spontaneously towards it, emitting crackling sounds, as if it were a silent symphony.
For Van Loon, although it was not the first time witnessing this process, every time he saw the miraculous sight of the bones assembling themselves, he felt a hint of novelty and interest. The bones collided and combined with each other, like a precise mechanical device in operation, with each piece of bone finding its place accurately, silently constructing a new form.
This time, the gathered bones formed a skeleton warrior in the shape of a normal human. Its structure and proportions were similar to those of an ordinary human, but it still exuded a gloomy and supernatural atmosphere. As the final bone fell into place, this newly created skeleton warrior stood up, its eye sockets gleaming with a faint light, as if the will of Vick the forsaken lingered within it.
Van Loon observed the skeleton warrior created by the core he now controlled, marveling at the infinite wonders of magic and power in this otherworldly realm. At this moment, the skeleton warrior was no longer his enemy, but had become a part of him, a presence that might be helpful to him on future journeys. Van Loon looked at his new skeletal ally with curiosity and contemplation, already planning how to utilize this newly acquired power.
When Vick the forsaken completely reformed and stood up, the gleaming light in its eye sockets froze on Van Loon. Vick the forsaken seemed somewhat taken aback and exclaimed in a ghostly voice, "Damn it... how did you come back again." This statement was filled with surprise and dissatisfaction, as if protesting against this unexpected change.
Van Loon was surprised that Vick the forsaken could speak. He had not expected that this skeleton warrior under his control not only had independent mobility but could also communicate. Van Loon curiously scrutinized the skeleton warrior before him, another new experience in his journey in this alien world.
Vick the forsaken looked at the goat in front of him and felt extremely confused. He noticed the magical headdress on the head of Van Loon, which added to his curiosity about Van Loon. In his impression, a goat should not possess such powerful magical abilities, let alone control a being like him. However, even though his mind was filled with doubt and confusion, he could not resist the strong sense of loyalty that arose towards the goat in front of him. This loyalty stemmed from Van Loon's control over his core and was now a part of his identity.
Van Loon sensed Vick the forsaken's confusion but was filled with anticipation for this new ally. The former leader of a band of thieves, skeleton warrior, had now become one of his subordinates.
On this tranquil yet tense grassland, the mutual observation between Van Loon and Vick the forsaken is like the first encounter of creatures from two completely different worlds. The gaze of Van Loon reveals not only curiosity but also a desire to explore this new and novel world. His eyes move slowly and meticulously over every detail of Vick the forsaken, a skeleton warrior under his control.
Vick the forsaken seems to be trying to adapt to his new identity. His skull gently turns, the shimmering light in his eye sockets seems to be searching for answers. His movements seem hesitant, as if the soul within this new body has not fully adapted to the change. He sometimes lowers his head in thought, and other times raises it to observe Van Loon, the struggle and confusion evident in his skeletal movements.
The surrounding goat community appears quite uneasy. Their eyes are filled with doubt and vigilance, maintaining a high level of caution towards the presence that once brought panic. The goats occasionally emit low bleating sounds, as if discussing this sudden change. Their fur is slightly puffed up, showing their tension and unease, as if they are ready to respond to potential threats at any moment.
Facing this situation, Vick the forsaken began to try to ease the tension. He turned towards the battlefield, attempting to distance himself from the recent chaos. With a hint of embarrassment and a wry smile in his voice, he said, "Everyone... comrades of the goats... um, the me from just now... wasn't me... so, don't blame me for it, okay?" His voice revealed an intention to calm the misunderstanding, along with a sense of helpless humor. He seemed to be trying to explain that he is now a completely new entity, not the enemy from before.
As the mutual observation between Van Loon and Vick the forsaken fell into a subtle stalemate, a few brave goats began to act. They, filled with dissatisfaction and anger, directly confronted Vick the forsaken. These goats seemed determined to express their anger towards the skeleton warrior that had once caused them fear.
The swift action of the flock of goat triggered a chain reaction, with more and more goats joining in this spontaneous retaliation. They all bypassed Van Loon and headed straight for Vick the forsaken. Van Loon could only watch helplessly as it was engulfed in a sea of goats, its view obscured by the multitude of goats, only vaguely able to see Vick the forsaken struggling within the flock of goat.
At this moment, the pitiful cries of Vick the forsaken could be heard from time to time, indicating that it was suffering the wrath of the flock of goat. These goats relentlessly shoved and attacked Vick the forsaken with their horns and hooves, launching a furious assault against it. Each collision and each trampling was a retaliation for its past actions.
Van Loon was originally thinking of making some kind of response in this chaos, perhaps to stop this disorderly retaliation, but he ultimately decided not to intervene temporarily. He realized that this was an opportunity for the goat to release long-suppressed emotions. Letting the flock of goat vent might be the better choice. After all, Vick the forsaken represents not only individuals, but also symbols of past fears and pain.
Van Loon stood silently in the sea of sheep, quietly observing this naturally occurring event. He knew that this chaos would eventually subside, and by then, the relationship between Vick the forsaken and the flock of goat might change.
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