Max's gaze lingered on the small Chaos Tree pulsing quietly in his inner world, its four glowing leaves resting gently at the end of the four branches that had sprouted from the embryonic seed. Each leaf shimmered with the essence of a concept—Sword, Space, Flame, and Lightning—each one distinct, vibrant, and ancient.
His expression was thoughtful, reflective, as he observed the gentle stillness that had settled over the tree. 'It seems the growth has stopped,' he mused inwardly, recognizing the subtle stillness within the energy flow.
The expansion, the transformation—it had all come to a temporary halt. The Chaos Plant, or Chaos Tree, had reached its first phase of growth. But it left him with questions.
Was this temporary? Would it grow again? And more importantly, would it always require chaos energy to evolve? Or had it only drawn from the primal energy of the totem stone because this was its first awakening?
