Ulcerated Tree Spirit Weakness Mga Nobela at Kwento

Far from the city, where moonlight bathed forests in silver, Fierro and Marion stood before the sacred grove. The air here was heavy with breath, the slow exhale of an ancient being. The Tree of Life, roots sprawling like veins across the earth, leaves trembling with quiet despair. Marion stepped closer, the faint glow of his golden eyes mirrored in the sap’s reflection. “It’s fading,” he whispered. “The balance is shifting too fast.” Fierro knelt beside him, touching the bark. “The corruption spreads from below. Something’s feeding on its roots.”

However, the flame lasted less than half a minute and was extinguished. I heard Black Wolf Baker make a mocking voice, "Let me show you the right demonstration!"" I saw him staring at the tree spirit on the ground, chanting the same spell as me in his mouth, and soon a cloud of flames immediately surrounded the tree spirit.The tree spirit turned into ashes in its wailing sound.The voice of the tree spirits penetrated the entire forest, and the sound of more and more branches moving gathered around. They were here to avenge their companions. "You stole my magic!"I glared at Black Wolf Baker and raised my fist over his face.However, before my fist could touch his cheek, he was clenched in mid-

Or is that just me? Out of breath, I know I’m getting weaker, but I must keep pushing myself on. I can’t give up. Rays of the sun appear via a clearing a few yards away. The spirits are guiding me to a safe place, and I race towards it. I feel relief at the edge of the clearing, like I made it. Ha, the loser is the only one to survive this ordeal. However, the spirits quickly remind me I’m still a loser. I trip over a large log that anyone would have seen if I paid attention instead of gloating in my head.

The ragdoll hopped on its foot. "If I fought like that, I would've ruled the beginner zone." Other than our chatter, we listened every day to the tree spirit grumbling and complaining about another section of forest being destroyed. Over and over, the same name came up: Victor. For days straight, he tore through one stretch of woods after another. The tree spirit fumed, but it couldn't stop him. And for some reason, guilt crept into my chest. The final boss had a sharp tongue, but a soft heart.

"Actually, they must not. Mmm... finally. Nyasaye of the Long-lasting Tree has done it. He is powerful! I told him he would meet his wrath. Let it be a lesson to everyone." "And I hear he is now frightening village kids. Please have mercy. Intervene." "No. Not unless hell turns cold." "But please... ." "What? Have they sent you to me? Is that what brought you here, to plead on their behalf? Look, go and plead with the spirits. Do you know the elucidations behind the supernormal qualifications of that tree? That was the sacred veneration ground of our progenitors. And they had always vowed amid sacrifices that the tree would last forever. Nothing will change this, boy - not even the magic wor

My words were carried by the wind, and trees began to sway, creating sounds as if they were groaning in protest. My eyes burned as the energy all around me heightened, but in the back of my head, I could hear spirits whining and detesting. They were the spirits that I trapped. But despite how loud they were becoming, I didn’t let them wave me away from my chants. With each word, I felt the ground trembling and the trees swaying wildly, as if they knew I was about to unleash a strong energy.

The tree wailed again, and generated more common flesh monsters. The fight I have with this tree feels more like a parctice to perfect my combo. First, stab the roots, then fight the flesh monsters, then heal myself with the cocoon’s liquid. During the draining of the last root, the tree shriveled like a dead plant. Yet, it still produce a little bit of the poison liquid and sprayed at me again. I dodged the poison and dashed forward to the tree before using the exact same attack I used on it before. My attack broke the tree bark into two.

He also can’t use his spirit arts to destroy or burn this wood either because once he tried to gather his spirit qi and send it outside of his body, all of it has been absorbed by the tree trunk that wraps around his body. “Heh… Do you think you could restrain me forever? I know that this kind of powerful spirit art uses an unreasonable amount of user spirit-qi. Especially if you need to maintain it.” Grand Duke Hai then looked around before continuing. “I see that this tree can absorb surrounding spirit qi and can maintain itself indefinitely if its consumption does not exceed the spirit qi amount of the surrounding area. Since this is the lower realm… I guess that the best you could mainta

I did not tell Kai about it because I really don’t want to involve him in this as it’s our battle to fight but I have to say it’s draining all of us and it shows, the mother tree is having a hard time producing the amount of sap that we need to work and repair the barriers because of how often we need to repair it, I really don't understand this nor can we figure out exactly what is causing it, there is nothing to the East that we know of that could cause this kind of problem for us, Jewel is the only person I could think of that may be able to find a way to fix this and would also be strong enough to do it but she's away on a mission, Wolf Sprites are not strong fighters which is why it's a