What is a tree if not the combination of the roots, trunk, branches, and leaves?
Was a tree not a tree without branches? Or without a trunk?
Vesper knew who he was. The trunk of this great tree.
King Kane was the root of this tree. The source where it all began. The infected were the branches, and their blood was the fruit. The poisonous fruit. And without him, this tree would cease to be a tree. After all, what was a tree without its trunk? It would just be a plant instead.
"No one gives me commands, Nero." He growled from where he sat, feeling the subtle movement of the tree throne as it wormed slowly, never stopping. "I am the Red Prophet. The herald of the end."
"Apologies, Prophet." The masked man bowed. "But let's not forget that the Chained Man made you who you are."
Vesper froze where he sat. "The Chained Man?" He whispered. "THE CHAINED MAN?!" He roared. "NO ONE! NO ONE CONTROLS ME!"
