Oliver advanced toward the pale tree laden with blossom flowers.
Honestly, he was captivated by its beauty almost instantly, but he had no intention of risking contact with any part of it. There was a possibility that this thing was somehow related to the distinct creature residing atop the mountain, or perhaps something lethally poisonous.
The likelihood of it being connected to the Distinct creature was considerably low since the creature never descended from the summit, of course, but Oliver preferred assuming that possibility regardless. Poison alone was not something capable of driving Puppets away from such a vast hunting ground. And no, it was not because the mountain was nearby either. Puppets still lingered around the lower slopes, even if they were considerably rarer to encounter there.
Not to mention, he had just killed a Rank 2 Puppet.
