In the eye of the storm, two colossal beings faced each other from afar.
On one side, a pitch-black giant tree, connecting heaven and earth, stood with a trunk as thick as a mountain and a canopy that blocked out the sun. As its branches and leaves swayed, the turbulent flows of space were absorbed and transformed into nourishment.
On the other side, Garon the Great Wizard's figure towered once more, his body now sprouting three heads. The head on the left was wrathful, spewing black flames from its mouth. The right head dripped tears of mercy from its eyes. The middle head remained neither sad nor happy, its expression calm, its gaze indifferent as if a divine being had descended, overlooking all living creatures.
The World Tree's branches and leaves shook, their sound overpowering even the thunder.
