How Does 'Fucked The World Tree' End?

I've been obsessed with 'Fucked the World Tree' since the first chapter dropped, and that ending? Pure emotional chaos in the best way possible. The finale isn't just about wrapping up plot threads—it's this visceral, almost poetic destruction of everything the protagonist thought they knew. The World Tree isn't just a backdrop; it's a character in its own right, and the way its 'fate' unravels had me clutching my tablet like my life depended on it.

The climax kicks off with the protagonist—let's call them Veyra for simplicity—finally reaching the heart of the Tree after centuries of manipulation and bloodshed. But here's the twist: the Tree wasn't some benevolent force waiting to grant wishes. It was a prison, a gilded cage for something far older and angrier. Veyra's realization that their entire quest was engineered by the Tree itself to break free? Chills. The moment they choose to 'fuck' the Tree (literally and metaphorically) by severing its roots with their own hands, the visuals described are insane—sap like blood flooding the earth, branches collapsing into galaxies of dying light. It's not a victory; it's a mutual annihilation.

What guts me every time is the aftermath. The world doesn't magically fix itself. Cities built around the Tree's energy crumble. Characters Veyra loved either die in the collapse or turn against them for destroying their god. The final pages show Veyra sitting alone in the ruins, cradling a single surviving seed—not with hope, but with this weary acceptance that cycles will repeat. The writing doesn't spoon-feed you morals, either. It's raw. Ambiguous. Perfect. Also, that last line about 'roots growing in the shape of scars'? I cried. No shame.