The tree jumped out from the domain of Silas's mind and reached the world. It looked at the white light and laughed in a taunting tone.
The snake came to his side and looked down at the white light and stared at it with curiosity.
"How was the trial?" The snake asked, slithering with grace.
"He is like an old human." The tree spoke with wisdom. Releasing the air of nostalgia, it continued.
"Not in the goal but in their passion."
The snake nodded, catching the intent the tree wanted to convey. "Then, it is likely a tedious path waiting for him."
"Very likely." The tree agreed. "Want to give him your gift."
"..." The snake didn't answer but fell into a deep thought.
"Are you sure he had the means to elevate my gift to the peak?" The snake asked suddenly.
"With his current mental state, I am sure, he is willing to do it." The tree answered, according to what he knew about Silas.
"Then, I will give him." The snake said and flew toward the white light.
