This elder, shaped like a treant, was none other than Silvanus, Father of Oaks, a deity of greater divine power.
The elderly man beside him, holding a withered staff, was Obad-Hai, god of nature. Like Ehlonna, he was a deity of intermediate divine power.
Although Ehlonna and Obad-Hai were both gods of the natural pantheon, their differing ideals had always put them at odds.
Let alone being as friendly with one another as Skerrit, god of centaurs—even hearing a believer mention the other in their presence would displease them.
Thus, Obad-Hai had never once visited Ehlonna's divine kingdom.
Novare, standing nearby, was equally troubled upon seeing Obad-Hai.
He did not know whether he ought to stop him or do something else.
But since Obad-Hai had come alongside Silvanus, Father of Oaks, claiming they had business with Ehlonna, he could only bring them both over.
Ehlonna understood his predicament as well. She waved him away without paying any heed to Obad-Hai at her side.
Instead, she invited Silvanus to take a seat and asked, "Honored Father of Oaks, did you come here because of the Beast Lord?"
Silvanus nodded. "Yes, because of him.
"Though not solely because of him."
Ehlonna's brows furrowed slightly. "What is your opinion, my lord?"
"As you said, my child, our relationship with the Beast Lord—and even the Druid God—should not be one of opposition.
"We created the Druid's class seed.
"Though its foundation lies in the power of the Lord of Gods, I should understand this, and I should have confidence.
"The Druid's class seed is the crystallization of our wisdom and abilities.
"Now that it has grown into a towering tree, we ought to be pleased."
Like a loving father, Silvanus looked at the three people in the hall. "As you have seen.
"In the