The tree's vines dug deeper into the ground, siphoning every ounce of vitality from the barren land.
The sky grew darker, and the red lightning strikes became more intense, signaling the World Will's fierce resistance to the tree's ambitions.
It was as if the world itself had decided to oppose the threat instead of the aboriginals it had supported, launching a catastrophic calamity upon the demon tree and its devoted followers.
The lava rain fell with increased ferocity, engulfing the creatures that surrounded the tree. Their prayers grew louder, even as their bodies were consumed by the molten waves.
Finally, the red lightning strikes converged into a single, world-blinding attack, aimed directly at the demon tree. The sheer force of this strike was unimaginable, shaking the very fabric of the world.
Swoosh. Strike. Boom.
