Atticus watched it all happen silently. He had hit it with his fusion energy earlier, the same energy capable of erasing paragons in an instant.
Yet, it hadn't even left a scratch on the tree.
'It's the life force. You were able to sever the hold… but it's still stronger,' Ozeroth explained in his mind.
Atticus nodded. It meant that he couldn't cut down the tree right now. He still had more tricks up his sleeve, but he'd rather not waste his reserves.
So, he focused on the only thing he could. Healing.
Restoring his ravaged body and returning to peak.
Above him, the tree kept growing, bigger and taller until it pierced the clouds. Its trunk cracked with light, its roots pulsing.
And then, at the very top, a golden flower started to take shape.
It remained closed, glowing faintly.
Every human watched the scene with bated breath, waiting.
But then…
RIPPPP!
