As the voice fell, an ancient and lingering aura descended suddenly, pressing down on everyone's hearts like a dense shadow, bringing a terror that extinguished any thought of resistance...
The giant hand appeared again, reaching through the cracks of the fragmented Divine Kingdom and ventured into the Country of Truth, searching for the seed of the Alchemy God Tree.
Ailan, who was resting, felt the horrifying presence of the giant hand. Its leaves trembled as its form rapidly shrank to half-human height. It pulled its roots from the soil, starting a frantic sprint in an attempt to evade the grasp of the giant hand.
The giant hand seemed to possess eyes, precisely targeting the fleeing Ailan. Just as it was about to seize him, the slumbering Treant Tribe Chief, Sakar, awoke and issued a command to his descendants:
"Protect the ancestor!"
