So, in the magical gardens of Garland, under the tacit approval of the World Will itself, a tree took root in the gentle light of a spring dawn.
This was genesis. The curtain rising on a miracle.
"Commander... did he... did he just evolve into a World Tree?"
The Deputy Commander had governed the Valkorath Realm for a time. He knew the weight of absolute authority. He sensed the shift in the metaphysical architecture, and his voice trembled.
"No. Not quite," Commander Thresh replied, his eyes narrowing as he analyzed the essence of the power. "If he had truly become a World Tree, he would not need to draw sustenance from our realm. He would be a world unto himself."
"But he is close. He is a hybrid—something between a Miracle Divine Tree and a World Tree."
"He is a tier above the standard Divine Tree because he is actively birthing a new realm within himself."
Thresh's voice was calm, but the undercurrent of satisfaction was undeniable.
