The writhing negative energy cast by the small girl blasts the tree-thing, knocking off the last of it's leaves and opening the split in its trunk from root to branch. With a soft, wrenching groan the great limbs slowly come to a gentle, final, rest.
For the first time in what seems like an hour, the woods are, once again, silent. The defeated tree monster stands limp, the crack in its trunk oozing the nasty green fluid onto the forest floor. In the fog, you can still see the shapes moving around, but they do not approach.
Ahead of you the lone path continues deeper into the trees.