What kind of tree is that? So Zerg virus also controls plants? Will this planet get destroyed after the storm?
As Mors and Athena approached the grotesque tree, its pulsating bark shuddered, releasing a fresh wave of glowing spores.
The roots twitched and writhed, curling out from the ground like the fingers of a buried giant. It wasn't just alive, it was aware.
Athena gripped Arthivian tightly, the sword's dark energy responding to her resolve. "This thing isn't just infected, it's evolving."
Mors nodded, his sharp eyes fixed on the twisting roots. "And it's protecting something. The core must be deep inside."
The tree let out a guttural sound, like the creak of old wood groaning under pressure. A faint, childlike voice echoed through the clearing, disjointed and eerie. "Why... hurt me? You... bad."
A tree that is conscious? Athena froze momentarily, her grip on her sword loosening slightly. "It's... speaking?"
