Galtan forced the muscles of his eyes to open once again. Only one eye would respond, and it only opened up about half-way, but he was able to see Malik once again in front of him. His back was still turned towards him, face hidden from view.
"Malik," Galtan thought to himself, looking at the back of his head. "You never realized just what you really were to me. I thought I could surpass you if I tried hard enough, but it looks like even now I'm still just wasting my time."
Galtan's head fell to his shoulder, dripping out drool from his lips. He was tired, undeniably tired, and he began to fall into slumber.
Malik turned his gaze back at Galtan upon hearing the sound. He saw that he was snoring softly, still with his back against the tree. He then reached into his own pockets and clutched his hands around some objects within them.
"Galtan," Malik announced. "Your service is no longer required by our group."
From his pockets, Malik's hands pulled out several small rune stones. He clasped them together tightly, focusing with his eyes closed and muttering an unintelligible incantation softly. Then, as the runes crumbled to dust, two transparent, violet ropes appeared from the ground on either side of Galtan. They rose and crossed around, behind, and in front of him, wrapping around each other until they surrounded his body. Then, at his neck, they stopped and began to squeeze from the bottom, compressing Galtan's body within their surreal structures. They started at his abdomen, forcing out the air inside of him like an anaconda choking its victim, and from there quickly made their ways up.
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