Before them was a portion of the tree's trunk. Yes, only a portion, because the World Tree was far too enormous and magnificent for them to see its entirety from this close. Roots rose from the ground, sprawling outward, weaving beneath a stream of gold-colored water that looked like a lake formed from stardust.
Those roots were also touched by light, glowing with a gentle radiance.
Ahead of them stretched a bridge, as if formed from countless twisting, massive branches woven together.
As Silvanus stepped onto the bridge, he could even see leaves swaying and a few tiny flowers blooming along the railing.
Soon, a massive gate came into view, over ten meters tall. Its surface was adorned with ancient floral patterns surrounding a sun motif, shining with the same gold brilliance as the lake.
The shimmering light reflected in their eyes, and Silvanus unconsciously recalled the scene from earlier that afternoon, when Dorian's long hair had glowed beneath the sunlight.
