The Great World Tree was a relic of the previous era. Unlike the Titan Dominators Richard had rescued, he had truly survived from after the war to the present day.
Before meeting Richard, he had only considered himself fortunate.
A survivor who had escaped by sheer luck.
It was not until he met Richard that he realized how much he had missed.
As a World Tree created by the Titans, he should have galloped across the battlefield until he either died in battle or achieved victory.
This was the information the Titans had woven into his bloodline, and it was also the creed of his life.
Many would think that a manufactured creation, a lifeform controlled from the moment of its birth, could never regard the mission forcibly imposed upon it by its creators as its creed.
But they overlooked one point: these lives had been created by their makers. Everything they possessed had been bestowed by those makers.
To those who had been made, the missions woven into their bloodlines were things they had been born with.
They could refuse that mission, but that did not mean those who chose to accept it were somehow more lowly.
Choosing to accept was also a choice.
Now, the Great World Tree was going to fulfill his mission. Even if it cost him his own life, even if it cost the entire Tree Spirit civilization, he would not hesitate.
Bzzzt!
The spear trembled.
The spear formed from entangled death energy was not black as one might have imagined. On the contrary, once death energy reached a certain density, it transformed into a vivid, living red.
The Great World Tree's branches seeped into the spear, giving it a vessel and perfecting this creation.
Death energy intertwined with Dimensional Power, mixed with World Origin