The second the peacock released its feathers, the vine-like shadows arrived.
As they grew from the ground, their tips turned into a variety of cold weapons before they smashed towards the beast.
Instantly, the onslaught of darkness smashed against the recently raised shield.
Continuous clanging noises echoed throughout the forest while the tree on which the peacock perched shattered.
Wooden fragments and dust were scattered everywhere, obscuring the beast's form and making it impossible to inspect its current state.
It was only seconds later, when everything had settled, that the peacock resurfaced into the outside world and its appearance was unveiled.
Its feathers were still released—forming a shield protecting it—yet it was fairly obvious that its body was unharmed.
The previous attack had not injured it, as the impact had been fully absorbed by its colorful feathers.
