A face marked by the vicissitudes of time appeared on the main trunk of the blackwood tree, releasing a long sigh, the first sound it had made in hundreds, if not thousands, of years.
The final form of the blackwood tree was a reluctant twenty meters, with its top still showing the broken state. More slanting branches sprouted from around, keeping it exceptionally lush.
"Thornspike has seen the Lord and is grateful to the Lord for unlocking my wisdom. I am willing to serve the Lord for a hundred years in return," said the enlightened blackwood tree, speaking slowly.
As it spoke, Gaven could sense how it differed from the other enlightened trees he had encountered previously.
Those earlier enlightened trees would neither name themselves nor set terms, and they would not actively initiate conversation with Gaven.
If Gaven didn't command them, they would remain standing still, almost as if they were unenlightened.
Gaven hurriedly pulled up the being's detailed data.
