The relationship between the Death Tree and the Shaman God Family was subtle. This was all it could do; as for the rest, let Clan Head Sorov worry about it.
Dole did not strike directly. Instead, he used poison—something the Shaman God Family excelled at most. Let them nurse their own headache.
His figure flickered, and he vanished from where he stood, but his spiritual will connected to the Flame Parasol Tree, tens of thousands of miles away.
The Flame Parasol Tree was studying the domain of flame.
Around its enormous crimson trunk, vast flames swayed gracefully, casting the entire world into what looked like a fiery purgatory.
This was its world, and also her domain.
As the temperature of the flames shifted, the fire around her changed through shades of red, orange, and scarlet, beautiful as a sea of flames.
At that moment, an illusory eye opened on the Flame Parasol Tree's trunk.
"Dole is fighting the Shaman God Family? Now that's interesting. The Death Tree wants me to tell Dole not to damage the Death Mountains. Heh, does the Death Tree really think its face is that big?"
The Flame Parasol Tree closed her eye again, as though she had heard nothing at all.
Those few world-level beings were all favored children of the world. Though each had been formed from a fragment of the world's will, they still possessed their own differing thoughts.
The Death Tree had not contacted other beings for years and usually refused all contact. Whenever it did reach out, it was only to talk business. How could it be that simple?
Thus, the Flame Parasol Tree had no desire to pay it any heed.
The Flame Parasol Tree even wondered what the Tree of Life would think if the Death Tree brought