A Desperate Final Battle (I)
Thousands of meters in the air, an enormous corpse, so huge it looked like a mountain at a glance, was lifted up by the crown of an even more majestic tree that covered an area of tens of thousands of meters.
The Sky-Covering Feather's corpse seemed as weightless as a strand of down—at least to that tree.
Beneath its crown, countless trees grew glowing leaves, lighting up the space below and forming an emerald-green land.
Higni stared at that tree with eyes full of fury. It had rendered his scorched-earth policy meaningless. Looking at the dense forest before him, who could still tell that it had once been set ablaze by a fire meant to annihilate all life?
What was more, that tree's aura was identical to that of the World Tree root once entwined by the great Snake Spirit of Svanir's world.
Ryan clasped his hands behind his back, his fingers seeming to brush, now and then, against the box that held the Spear of Longinus.
His gaze fixed on the colossal World Tree that was still growing. The elves could not have simply planted a tree and nothing more.
When the sky-covering World Tree stopped growing, changes quietly began taking place among the tall trees in the emerald world beneath its crown. Their hard bark fell away, and all their vitality began pouring downward. Dark-brown roots crawled through soil and rock like snakes.
They were devouring the Magic Factor in the void, creating an absolute vacuum of magical energy.
The moisture in the air was vanishing. The thin oxygen forced humans' hearts to beat faster just to sustain life, while all these real, tangible substances formed a thick barrier at the edges, one that even the wind could not blow through.
A cage.