Ulcerated Tree Spirit Weakness の小説・ストーリー

We didn't hear her voice again after a while, and we never heard the sound of her body crashing. She placed a hand on the tree, allowing it to infuse her with some of the energy she could feel swirling inside of it. “Please give me your strength,” she whispered. “Don't leave me in vain now.” And the tree pulsed to life, glowing from the inside out. Waves of energy flowed into her, and gave life to her curses. From the point where she stood, the earth started to curl in on itself, as though an invisible plague rushed over the ground. Grasses turned brown, earth turned to dust, and trees started to wither.

Trigger Warning: emotional abuse, offensive and derogatory language, insults, demeaning and humiliation Marcellus’ POV Whenever, Ezel, the Satan within me would fight for control and dominance, the spell they bound him with would drain more energy from me. We were also weakened by devilsbane and corpse flowers. This constant internal turmoil is taking a toll on my already weakened body. I feel knackered and incapacitated.

“Given the way they looked at the tree, it seems like they knew the tree very well. They’ve prepared a spacial relic in advance, so they must have shown up there for the Erdtree. “That tree is pretty strange! It has a heart and spiritual wisdom of its own, and every part of it is precious. Not only did everything in the Forbidden Place wither when it was taken away, but the soil also appeared scorched as if it had been burned. It appears that the world’s life essence has been sucked away. “I don’t know the intentions of those foreigners, but I have a weird feeling in my heart. I think something bad is about to happen.” Tyr rested his hand on his chin and fell into contemplation.

"Was my great-aunt’s. She went rot back in '72. Folks said she was cursed. This proves she wasn’t. She was just like us." He opened it, laying it flat on the floor. Scribbled pages. Notes. Drawings. Maps of the woods. The shadowline. The black tree. "She called it the tether," Atlas whispered. "Said the tree feeds off it. Off love left unspoken. Love that dies quiet." Nova traced a finger down the drawings. "That’s why the rot hits when folks fall in love. Because the tree don’t want us to. It feeds off the hurt." "We ain't in love," Wren said quickly. "We just... care. And maybe that’s why the dreams came. The tree's just keepin' tabs on us."

She seemed to drown her feelings deeper through the palm of my hand. "Do you know this fig tree is the only and last fig tree in Surabaya?" I asked. "I don't know that," she replied. "I mean, I know this tree means something to Indonesia, but I don't know if this tree is the only and last one in Surabaya." "So," I continued, "and somehow, I feel tied to this tree. I don't know anymore if this village's evicted." "There will be no more sacred trees in Surabaya," continued Zoey.

They saw the worry carved into my face, and that was enough. "But no one will ever be like Adolfa," I said, my voice quieter now, my thoughts heavier. I paced slowly toward the Sinhtaee Tree that shimmered under the bright, golden sky. Its bark was silver, and its leaves shimmered like crystal rain. This was a sacred tree, known to restore strength and clarity to anyone who touched it with true purpose. I plucked one of its glowing leaves and placed it on my tongue. Instantly, warmth rushed through my body, pushing back the cold pressure that had been building inside me. My limbs felt lighter. My thoughts sharper. But the fear, the fear still clung to my chest.

The Arbor of Astral Echoes, a repository of celestial wisdom, beckoned Victoria and Alexander to its sacred roots. Seated beneath the ethereal branches of the Arbor, Victoria and Alexander sensed the luminescent energies pulsating through the astral tree. The celestial guide spoke of the Arbor's unique ability to echo the astral vibrations of the universe, resonating with the harmonious currents that flowed through the cosmic tapestry. The united souls of Victoria and Alexander, now attuned to the luminescent essence of celestial enlightenment, became conduits for the astral echoes that emanated from the Arbor.

Frustrated, he closed the notebook and cursed, "They're all damn liars!" However, Marshawn's diary did provide some valuable insights about Yggdrasil and Evergrow. It mentioned that the three ancient sacred trees could all restrain Evergrow. Marshawn had written his theories in the diary, as well. In the ancient records, Yggdrasil and the other two sacred trees held the power to counteract Evergrow. Marshawn speculated that the unique energies and properties of these trees created a natural opposition to Evergrow's destructive force. That knowledge could be crucial in understanding how to protect or heal those affected by Evergrow.

The air is thick and still, the way it is during a séance, in that half-second of calm before a spirit reaches through the veil and makes contact. But this is no spirit. Because spirits can’t kill part of the forest. I come to a halt, standing in the center of a circle of dead trees. The smell of sulfur burns my nose, and I spin, heart beating faster and faster as I look around, taking in the sight of decaying trees. I have no idea what happened, or what the hell could even cause this kind of destruction. All of my familiars want me to leave. Freya thinks I should go back to the house and warn the coven.

“She’s too loyal to the pack. There must be a way to break her.” “There is,” I said, leaning back in my chair, watching the flames dance. “She has weaknesses.” Marcus stopped, turning to me. “What kind of weaknesses?” “Spiritual,” I replied. “She’s strong, yes, but there are forces even she can’t withstand. Certain incenses, certain spells—they can weaken her.” Marcus’s eyes gleamed. “What kind of incenses?”