Lyon nodded curtly, his expression unreadable. "It's not in your nature to offer aid so freely," he said, his voice laced with a hint of suspicion.
The World Tree remained silent, its ancient branches swaying in a slow, deliberate dance. Perhaps, it thought, a flicker of amusement dancing within its emerald leaves, even a being as old and wise as itself could be surprised by the turns of fate.
Lyon shifted his gaze towards the ethereal flower. "Thank you," he murmured, the words laced with a grudging respect."Your quest for power comes first," the World Tree rumbled, its voice echoing through the ancient boughs. "Seek out your companions, reclaim your scattered Zodiac strength. Only then shall I consider releasing Aleysius from his crystal prison."
Lyon's eyes narrowed. "Don't think I haven't noticed," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "The animosity you harbor towards my father. You two practically loathed each other."
