Raylo took a deep breath, his hand tightening around the Divine Weapon Broken Flow at his waist.
A flash of lightning tore through the clouds.
In the far distance, a colossal tree appeared at the edge of the horizon.
Its trunk had an ancient, bronze-like color, covered in deep, ravine-like grooves left by the passage of time.
How thick was it? A diameter of several hundred meters?
No, that was just Raylo's most conservative estimate.
Its main trunk shot straight into the sky, like a pillar holding up the heavens and connecting the spine of the world.
But what was truly shocking was its height.
Four thousand meters?
Five thousand meters?
Raylo's eyes could no longer judge it accurately.
He could only see that after the massive trunk disappeared into the clouds, it continued to extend upward as if without end.
And above that Cloud Sea was its even larger, more expansive canopy.
