It exuded an ancient life force, like a sacred tree straight out of myth.
"Fardorn, it's been a while." Chen Yu greeted his old comrade, with whom he had once fought side-by-side against the Filth Descendant Army.
Fardorn responded by slightly swaying his branches, producing a low, pleasant rustle of leaves. A silver halo rippled across his body like waves on water, as if respectfully greeting Chen Yu.
Oldes froze in place.
He hadn't seen this Ancient Tree the last time he came to visit Violet.
Feeling the natural aura emanating from Fardorn up close...
'This... This oak tree is actually nearing the Gold rank?!'
'Did Violet find a way to cultivate a War Ancient Tree?'
'No, that's not right...' Oldes focused his senses, his brow furrowing even deeper.
