Deep within the Grand Governor's manor, in an enormous underground cavern, stood a giant tree emitting a blood-black glow. The leaves rustled softly, and countless veins spread across the ground and walls. Though it was smaller than Hedan's Golden Tree, its eerie power was even more striking.
A dozen priests, shrouded in black robes, were chanting incantations nearby, while not far away stood Night Patrol, quietly watching, with his eyes fixed on this life tree.
This was his path to godhood. It had been over ten years since he acquired it when it was just a declining branch. Now it had grown into a towering tree, its roots intricately linked to his life force.
