At the heart of the Heavenly Realm stood a sight so magnificent that even the gods who'd dwelled here for eons still found themselves gazing upward in awe each time they approached it.
It was the Elyndra Arbour, the Tree of Origin, an ancient, sacred being said to have existed since the dawn of the cosmos itself.
Its roots wove through the heavens, threading into every divine domain, while its colossal trunk, broad enough to fit entire counties within, reached more than dozens of miles high into the clouds.
The bark shimmered faintly with streaks of silver and emerald, pulsing with gentle divine energy, and its countless branches spread like wings across the horizon, draped in glowing leaves that looked like crystallized emerald light.
Legend held that the Tree of Origin was not merely a tree but the cradle of creation, the place where the first sparks of godhood were tested and refined.
