Blood-streaked vines and trunks intertwined into a twisted, indescribable hollow, the enormous tree crisscrossing throughout it. During the Mother Tree's long slumber, elite Night Doctor troops had been stationed throughout her interior to keep the fanatical followers of desire from prying into this place.
Carrying the heart, Lynn passed through the successive layers of guards with Sir Awen and soon reached the core of the Mother Tree of Desire's enormous body.
The soul water in the pool was still crystal clear.
The girl, who seemed an embodiment of nature, lay wrapped in crisscrossing vines. Her eyes were closed, and a faint glow radiated from her entire body as she lay on her side like a sleeping beauty.
"Can you guarantee that everything you said is true?"
Lynn adjusted his Monocle, his eyes flickering as he glanced at the heart in his hand.
"Think carefully. If you dare lie, I'll kill you even if it means not using this authority."
The heart pulsed, releasing waves of psychic energy.
"Do you think I have any reason to deceive you? For one thing, I have absolutely no reason to be your enemy now. Even if I really wanted to set a trap for you, I'd choose the strongest among you, not this one who ranks near the bottom among the Origins. She's nothing but a tree."
Thump-
A knuckle rap hard enough to induce a heart attack.
Lynn adjusted his Monocle and ignored him, focusing once again on the Mother Tree's soul.
"Big Brother Awen, do you think it's feasible?"
Sir Awen studied the soul fluctuations radiating from the girl and frowned.
"We don't have any other options now, but even if we want to transplant her, it won't be that simple. In a sense, it's practically the same as stripping a soul