The creature continued to stare. Slowly, though, the wounds began to form. It seemed, the thing wasn't entirely connected to time or space, residing somewhere in between.
"Why did you...do that?"
Its stomach slowly opened up, and it seemed there was nothing within it. It was empty. A slit formed along its neck, and it seemed to have been decapitated. A slight breeze would take off its head, but it kept talking.
"She remembers the old war. It lasted for so long. Then it ended before you could use the weapon, didn't it? We have ours, now, Green Lord. I want to let you know that he wants peace. We just need a forest. I love the taste of the vibrant colours, so rare in our lands."
"...make it stop." Cara begged, staring at the humanoid, its stomach a gaping hole, its head not connected to its body.