In the vast expanse where the human domain once stood, a massive, throbbing, glowing tree had taken its place, its height piercing the skies.
There was no doubt about it, nowhere in Eldoralth did a tree come close to its size.
The sight from above looked and felt utterly enchanting, as though nature itself had graced their world.
However, up close, it was anything but.
Tension. Killing intent.
These were the only things that engulfed the entire scene.
Two sides hovered in the sky, both unleashing auras that clashed in an unending battle.
While numerous warships hovered on both ends, their occupants had already emerged, millions of figures, suspended just outside them.
Weapons drawn. Armor glinting under the afternoon sun. Killing intent raised sky-high.
And yet, despite all of this, the overwhelming pressure didn't come from the armies.
It came from the very few standing at the forefront.
