Since Gloria had come herself, Angel no longer stopped her. He ceased "AFK-ing," and his figure gradually blended into the air.
Thump, thump, thump—
The tremendous sounds echoed without end.
To Gloria, they were the pounding beats of her heart.
But to the Treant, they were the footsteps of a great enemy approaching. Wariness filled its eyes as it looked toward the sound. In the distant woods, a gigantic black shadow appeared, no smaller in stature than itself. The shadow resembled a giant, twisting wildly as it crashed down one towering tree after another and charged toward it.
"Who is it? A Dream Plant Fairy? Or one of the Sin Creatures spoken of in the Mother Tree's dream babblings?" The Treant assumed a defensive stance. It had no time to concern itself with the strange creatures around it; vigilance flashed in its golden tree-like eyes.
As the footsteps drew closer, the Treant finally saw the true face of the enormous shadow.
It seemed to be a Treant... wearing a purple dress!
A Treant!
Her figure was plump and towering, as if she had been watered with the richest Fertilizer; her skin was layered upon layered, bearing the weathered texture unique to wood; her eyes shone brightly like stars in the heavens, and then there were those fiery red lips...
The Treant stared dumbly. Why was there a Treant here... and such a beautiful one at that?
Though it had decided that she was a Treant, her aura seemed to bear the traits of a living creature. Like the beings that had appeared nearby, she was still different from the Dream Plant Fairies.
Could she, like these strange creatures, have only just descended? As the Treant pondered, it gazed at Gloria with burning eyes.
Gloria, meanwhile, had no idea what the