A lucky person might narrowly avoid death.
A lucky army might win a battle that should have been impossible.
Anything was possible with enough luck.
Isaac crouched down and placed the golden seed carefully on the ground.
Then he activated his Seed of Providence skill.
Mana immediately began pouring out of his body.
The drain was far stronger than anything he had experienced before.
Isaac frowned slightly.
None of his previous skills had required this much mana. Not even when he grew the Qlippoth tree. Yet the mana continued flowing out of him.
Seconds passed.
Then the ground began to shift slightly.
A small sprout emerged from the soil.
It grew rapidly.
The sprout thickened into a trunk. Branches stretched outward. Leaves formed almost instantly.
Within moments, a tree stood in front of Isaac.
Its trunk was thick and sturdy.
Three branches extended outward from the main trunk.
Each branch held three golden leaves.
Isaac studied the tree quietly.
