With a wave of Daniel's hand, the seeds were planted into the soil and began to sprout slowly.
To the old man and his disciple Ryze, it was nothing short of a miracle.
It felt like a dream—one they never wanted to wake up from.
"Ryze, go… go check on the seeds," the old man said, his voice trembling with emotion.
"Yes, mentor," Ryze responded, inspecting the Tree of Origin seeds buried in the ground.
Under the nourishment of the liquid from the forges, the seeds were bursting with vitality.
It felt as if they could break through the soil at any moment, growing into towering trees.
Daniel approached the old man and observed him quietly.
"You look like you're about to die."
"I am," the old man replied without hesitation.
For a long time, the old man had been hovering on the brink of death, sustained only by a single, unyielding resolve.
