Sylven's consciousness slipped into the ancient tree's subconscious the moment his Magic connected with its enormous trunk.
Just as he had expected, this tree was far older than the one he had spoken to earlier. Its life stretched back across countless centuries, and its roots had witnessed far more of this world's history.
Sylven hoped that an older witness would finally reveal the answers they had been searching for.
The memories began to flow. He focused on what he wanted to see now.
At first, he saw a world completely different from the corrupted forest surrounding him now.
The land was vibrant and full of life. Sunlight bathed the forests in warm golden light and rivers of crystal-clear water wound between flourishing vegetation.
The floating islands float peacefully across the blue sky, suspended exactly as they were today.
"So the islands have always floated..." Sylven thought.
