As soon as the words fell, countless ripples of information spread outward from those faintly glowing seeds.
Gathering together, those ripples of information became a clamorous torrent, endlessly washing in every direction.
What they conveyed was basically the same as when the Vine Demoness had still been a mote of light. But with so many ripples, even without assailing their ears, Frod and the others standing at a distance still felt their minds grow restless and irritable.
Fortunately, they seemed to realize the problem with the noise themselves, and their voices gradually softened. At the same time, the glowing seeds began flying toward every part of the towering tree.
Within seconds, hazy specks of light covered the entire colossal tree like a luminous mist, adorning it in a dreamlike splendor.
These motes no longer sent out any ripples, but every one of them displayed intimacy and reverence toward the giant tree.
The giant tree did not reject them either. Just as it had helped the Vine Demoness before, it began radiating pale green life force into the surroundings, providing these motes with the energy to "form cocoons."
Before long, all the motes had turned into cocoons. Cocoons of every kind lay densely layered across every part of the tree.
Looking at the utterly innumerable cocoons, a trace of worry flashed through Frod's eyes. There was no doubt that each cocoon represented a life similar to the Vine Demoness. They would likely form a new fairy race and, relying on this tree, live in the Dream Wilderness in the future.
Frod naturally welcomed the diversification of species in the Dream Wilderness, but Angel had also said that these fairies would be difficult to control.
If their actions and thoughts could not be controlled, would these fairies threaten the residents of Firstheart