Callum had thought for a mere moment that all was alright. And then the tree screamed. What was up with Cepheus and pretty things that looked nice until they started screaming when he messed with them!? He immediately got flashbacks to the hellswans who had had the exact same reaction, except he had gotten away that time. This time, he was not so lucky.
There was no time for him to react, to maneuver out of the roots that shot up from the ground and entangled him within. All he felt was agony, fire hotter than anything he had felt before, and it dug into every part of his body, crushing, burning, destroying. He opened his mouth to call out for help, but his yells only blended into the shrieking of the tree, a melody of pain and suffering. The flames consumed his cry, and soon the only thing left was a raspite chrysalis. Yet not even that was enough to shield him from the sap that had poisoned his blood, an everlasting reminder of his foolishness.

Exit Callum to chrysalis