The heavy aura it gave off pressed against the air, yet it remained bowed as if it was a knight greeting its king.
Isaac felt a connection tugging at him through his Seed of Providence skill.
The Treant wasn't a wild monster; it belonged to him. The skill told him.
"Stand up," he said.
The Treant straightened slowly.
Its eight-foot frame towered over them, but it didn't lash out.
"Walk to the left."
It obeyed, branches swaying as it shuffled a few steps, the ground trembling faintly under its weight.
"Stop."
It halted instantly.
Professor Catherine lowered her hand, exhaling slowly.
"Well, I'll be damned," she said, her tone a mix of surprise and relief. "It's following you like a loyal dog."
Leora sheathed her sword with a sharp click. Her expression remained unreadable but her stance easing slightly.
"It's obedient," she observed.
