You hack at the vines and wriggle free from their numbing grip. While you escape the plants trying to hold you, you notice Merilla struggling, a thick vine wrapping itself around her neck. One of you rushes to her side, ripping the vine from her throat and pulling her out along with you. Stumbling away from the grove, your hearts still beating in your chests like drums, you turn around and see the Grove Maiden quietly continuing her work. Merilla holds up her hand in triumph - still holding the seed she has taken from the grove.