The searing pain in Lumian's left palm from the explosion nearly caused him to instinctively draw his pewter-black dirk, which had already been plunged into the core trunk of the Tree of Shadow.
Drawing upon his resilience and experience with similar injuries, he fought to control his body's reflexive reactions.
As his mind cleared from the stimulation, he managed to shake off the two desires imposed by Susanna Mattise.
Pain and rationality entwined, engulfing his mind, followed by a terrifying torrent of scenes.
These were the accumulated experiences of the Tree of Shadow over the past millennium, countless fragments of desire that had nourished and formed its trunk. They represented the potential futures of this malevolent tree.
They converged in a mercury-colored illusory river, flooding Lumian's thoughts like a deluge.
