The World Tree's roots splintered.
Like raw nerve endings, the main trunks frayed into countless pulsing tendrils, their bark glowing with concentric, ring-like patterns. Through Orion's senses, the World Tree of the Titanion Realm was clearly evolving. Its creeping roots choked the landscape like ivy, violently siphoning the realm's life force and origin energy.
The same devastation ravaged the third world, and the ravenous consumption awoke something buried deep below. A furious bellow erupted from the bowels of the earth.
Orion, the Lifeless Dreadgod, Archbishop Kysar, and Moriphara all felt the shockwave. Yet, the entity's nature and location remained a total mystery.
The group exchanged tight glances before settling their eyes on Archbishop Kysar. This world belonged to the Cult of Four. If anyone knew what lurked beneath the crust, it was him.
