"And here you are, you mad man, back for what you cursed me to hold in your stead?" the primordial tree hidden under the ocean was once again faced with some visitors, this time, the one that he had been expecting for all of those years, alongside with the cursed seed created from this abject betrayal.
The First Seed was silent, its face of bark looking down at the ground, the words were not directed at this lively tree, but at the humanoid figure standing at the front, arms crossed, a tall and muscular build, garbed in a simple armour, unbothered by the accusatory words of the ancient sprout.
"Cursed you say… I do admit that I did not really think of the consequences upon you, but it can all be reversed, simply divest yourself of it, and hand it back, you will be able of producing viable seeds, that are not… unsavoury, like this one" the man looked back at The First Seed, the tree shrinking under his gaze.
