"Genesis Forest."
An invisible wave slammed into Atticus and Whisker, forcing both of them five steps backward.
Their eyes narrowed instantly. If their wills hadn't already been actively deployed, that single pressure would've blasted them straight out of the forest.
'A Will Art.'
Atticus realized. An extremely powerful one.
They stared ahead.
Greenish will wrapped around the Nature King, so vast and fierce it seemed to pierce through the heavens. Vines erupted endlessly from the earth and stretched across the entire expanse while flowers rapidly bloomed along them, releasing glowing spores that drifted through the air like stars. Trees lengthened and thickened, twisting into towering structures that dominated the landscape.
The air itself became suffocating.
It was so overfilled with life and Nature Will that even moving felt difficult. The entire world had transformed into an endless, enchanting forest. And at its center, the Nature King stood like he owned creation itself.
