The home was completely silent. Everyone's attention remained fixed upon the tree.
The countless branches stretching throughout the chamber seemed almost ethereal beneath the soft glow radiating from Pandora's body.
It could be seen that even monsters appreciated beauty.
However, none of them were aware that it was something different about Pandora's presence that affected them.
And it was something that Gwen was especially aware of.
The elf monster, or perhaps better described now as a Druidic monster, stood there more stunned than everyone else.
Because what she was witnessing was even more groundbreaking than all of the mutations she had seen so far.
What she saw was a dryad aging years ahead of her time.
Growing in size wasn't something that could be compared to a monster becoming larger.
The two weren't remotely the same.
For a monster, to grow in size was directly tied to their physical capabilities and was normally a sign of aging.
