There's nothing more suffocating for a mother than her daughter questioning why she's not by her side.
The Bronze Divine Tree could not answer that question, nor did it know what had happened on the other side of the end of time and space.
The only thing it did know was that since then, the daughter had reduced contact with her, and seemingly began to gradually understand what "death" meant.
Of course, if things had just stopped there.
At best, it would have been a wonderful story born out of a misunderstanding.
Just like a beautiful fairy tale always ends at the marriage of the princess and the prince, never delving into their life after.
Unfortunately, while stories can choose where to end, reality does not.
The incarnation of the God of Chaos is exceedingly precious.
How could it possibly remain in the hands of an ordinary little girl for long?
From the moment that little girl's mother died, it was destined that the little girl would repeat her mother's tragedy.
