This sapling rapidly grew to a tree no taller than a mortal child, its leaves the color of dawn, its roots reaching into the fabric of Existence and drawing from it, nourishment.
It was the first true life that had been born in this Existence using the power of Origin untainted by End, and Eos had created it from the flesh of a Primordial Demon.
For a moment, the eyes of the Demon were transfixed by what grew out of his chest, as bizarre as it looked, he could see that the transformation made to his body was almost natural; it was as if this was what he had always meant to be… a small tree.
If millions of cosmic eras ago, his destiny had not been changed by the Luminious, he might have been this tree, slowly growing and connecting to all life around him.
It was the first time in his entire life that Xylos had seen beauty and peace, and he recognized it.
