Thorn Child
The Tree Shepherd knew quality when he saw it. The Umbral Realm had dealings with other worlds, so naturally, he recognized Weaving Mystic Realm.
Though he could not do it himself, he had once seen a genuine mystic realm.
Weaving Mystic Realm had always been synonymous with advanced magical artistry.
Only by combining strange, ever-changing magic power, profound wisdom, and formidable strength could the weavers use their own power to create something capable of changing the world.
An inexplicable storm in the Umbral Realm had swept him into the gaps between worlds. He had nearly died amid the terrifying, chaotic currents and clusters of barriers, but luck had finally allowed him to "take root" in a weak point that suddenly appeared, bringing him to this world after a narrow escape from death.
This world was completely unfamiliar. When he used magic power to exchange information with it, almost everything he received was unknown.
He recognized none of its animals or plants.
Yet this world had been a delightful surprise for the Tree Shepherd.
It was such a gentle world, filled with light. It was so beautiful, its climate so pleasant-it was practically paradise.
Aside from the legendary Margeson, only a handful of worlds blessed by Medlan's power of order were like this.
For the first time in centuries, the Tree Shepherd had witnessed the wonders of daybreak, and for the first time, he had seen a sunset so beautiful it took his breath away.
He had been here for only half a month, yet he had already fallen completely in love with this place.
After cautiously getting through his initial period of observation, the two-legged creatures that walked upright, with weak bodies yet disproportionately substantial souls, had been another pleasant surprise.
Although they possessed considerable intelligence, they showed