"What is this?"
The crystal-clear leaf shimmered under the sunlight, radiating waves of emerald twinkles.
Just being bathed in this light, Hermes felt a rush of vibrant life force surge through his heart.
Leaves of the Golden Apple Tree? Impossible.
Although Hermes had not seen a Golden Apple in this real world, he had seen the Mother Earth's Divine Tree more than once in the original Fantasy World.
It was the Ancestor of all plants begotten by Chaos, its power truly extraordinary, yet the vitality exhibited by the Golden Apple Tree paled in comparison to what lay before him now.
This was not just a quantitative difference, but a qualitative one.
"This is the [Nodahill Leaf], Mr. Hermes, of course, you haven't seen it, because it doesn't belong to the Mortal Realm."
