"Don't you think they look like they're holding up quite well? Stable, even?" Tree Spirit's voice came from behind him.
Angel nodded. "They certainly look much better than Witch Gloria did before."
When Iron Armor Granny had sealed Gloria away, her eyes had still been bloodshot, and she had viciously tried to attack everything around her. The patients in these Wooden Vine Cocoons, by contrast, were quiet. They seemed to be asleep.
Tree Spirit gave a helpless, bitter smile. "They only look stable because their instincts as living beings have temporarily suppressed their frenzy."
"Their frenzy has been suppressed? What do you mean?" Angel asked, puzzled.
Tree Spirit did not answer directly. "Take a few steps forward and you'll see."
Angel hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward.
At first, he walked slowly. After two steps, though, he stopped for a second, astonishment flashing across his face. Then he hurried forward, unable to wait. Two seconds later, he stood beside the Life Pool.
Standing there, Angel looked even more surprised.
Back at the edge, he had only sensed a dense aura of life, comparable to the Wood Territory in the Tidal Realm. He had felt nothing else. But after following Tree Spirit's directions and taking a few steps closer, he immediately noticed something was different.
The aura of life was so concentrated that it had undergone a qualitative change.
Even breathing it in could directly affect the essence of a living being.
Now, beside the Life Pool, Angel could clearly sense positive changes taking place within him with every breath.
It was a wondrous feeling, like a drunkard suddenly sobering from a stupor, or having wisdom poured into his head and finding his thoughts clear all at once.
Every worn-out organ in his body seemed to have been thoroughly cleansed