Sylven remained motionless for several more moments, his palm still resting against the ancient bark as countless memories continued flowing through his consciousness.
But none of them revealed what he had been searching for. Not a single memory offered a clear clue about the Sky Tyrant.
A faint frown appeared on his face. "That's strange..."
The countless wars, invading armies, monstrous storms, and mysterious creatures that had descended upon the forest were undoubtedly catastrophic events, but none of them resembled the overwhelming existence Caelion had described.
The Sky Tyrant was supposed to have been a being capable of burning the skies, bringing entire floating kingdoms crashing into the abyss, and forcing every nation of Elyndor to unite against it.
Nothing Sylven had witnessed through the tree's memories came remotely close to that scale.
Then realization slowly settled inside his mind. The Sky Tyrant appeared long before this tree was born.
