Daniel stepped onto the bridge, its luminescent path supporting his weight with ethereal resilience. With each step, the bridge carried him closer to the heart of the chamber.
"Here, I've brought you here. Now, can you release me?" Edgar nervously asked, his voice trembling.
Daniel remained silent, his focus fixed on the island-like platform in the middle of the moat. He continued his deliberate stride towards it.
And there it stood, bathed in artificial sunlight—the legendary Sylvan tree. Its branches nearly reached the ceiling, stretching towards the 10-meter height of the basement. Its lustrous leaves, unlike those of any ordinary tree, bore a vivid red hue reminiscent of blood. Adorning its branches were luscious fruits, delicately shaped like women, their features serene and captivating.
