In Su Ming's memories of his past life, the Tree God should have been a very kindly-looking giant tree person with long green eyebrows and a beard, like the old tree uncle from so many fairy tales, the kind that both birds and children loved.
But now, black fibrous clumps clung to his body. He looked like a Swamp Thing soaked in tar, sticky and slimy, with none of that fairy-tale charm left. He resembled something that had crawled out of a ghost story instead.
Perhaps the dark clouds shrouding the entire world had affected him badly as well. At the very least, they had made him uglier.
She-Ra did not care about those changes in appearance. She immediately asked him, "Hello, Tree God. It seems we made the right choice in coming to Mount Zola, but can you point us in the right direction? How do we get there?"
"Beneath Mount Zola. Hurry. There is no time. The invaders are destroying the balance of all things. Darkness is about to devour the world."
The tree stood roughly a dozen meters tall, and the vines and branches hanging from its body made it look even more enormous. Yet his voice was old and weak, like the groans of someone lying in a hospital bed.
Deathstroke and Luthor clearly did not care about what he said. They only cared about finding out who this world belonged to; whether it was dark or bright meant nothing to them.
Even if this world fell completely into darkness, so what? Their side would become stronger in the dark. Deathstroke was the sort of person who crawled into sewers just to seek darkness when he had nothing else to do, and even Damian was stronger in the shadows.
Besides, the Tree God clearly had yet