As the final tendrils of rot disintegrated beneath the golden glow of Manu's energy, the Mother Tree's infected branches began to heal, pulsating with life once more. The acrid scent of decay dissipated, replaced by a faint, sweet fragrance of renewal. Manu stepped back, satisfied, dusting his hands of his own blood, as though the monumental task had been nothing more than a mundane chore.
Suddenly, he froze as a sharp sensation brushed against his neck. The dragoness had coiled her tail and pointed its razor-sharp tip directly at his throat. Her violet eyes blazed with determination, and her tone was cold and firm.
"You're not going anywhere... human," she growled. "By decree of the Patriarch, you will remain here indefinitely. You've meddled with our sacred tree, besides, the hatched dragons aldo need healing...we dont mind having more of your heart blood, we will...milk you properlyof what uou are worth."
