Ulcerated Tree Spirit Weakness Novels & Stories

The trees were so tall that they disappeared into the clouds. A divine tree in the forest had protected our village for thousands of years. The villagers would send a woman into the forest every month as an offering to the tree. The divine tree had to be watered by a woman's private fluids. If the woman didn't produce enough fluids and didn't satisfy the tree, a disaster would befall the village. It would also cause the wheat fields to shrivel up, so we would have nothing during the harvest season. According to the rumors, the tree's branches were thick and strong. There were also powerful vines wrapped around the branches that would send a woman over the the edge of pleasure.

Looking at Zephyr Khan, Meng Liuli asked with her beautiful eyes. "This ancient tree, which is emitting a purple light, is more powerful than any of the ancient trees we have seen. Moreover, it is hundreds of times stronger. Even when we stand in front of it, we find it hard to breathe and suppress its power... With my strength, it is difficult to deal with it!" Zephyr Khan said half-truthfully. Although this ancient tree looked extremely powerful. However, it was not as serious as Zephyr Khan said. Although the other side was horrible, his spirit energy was not weak. Zephyr Khan believed that if he really used all his spirit energy, he would have a chance.

Reality warped and twisted, as if protesting against the upheaval we had caused. The ancient tree, which had been our guide and source of wisdom, quivered in its place, its leaves rustling with an uneasy whisper. "You have achieved a great victory," it murmured, "but your actions have set in motion forces beyond your comprehension. The realms are in flux, and the true test of your purpose has only just begun." Before we could respond, the tree's branches reached out, enveloping us in a warm embrace. A surge of energy coursed through our bodies, infusing us with renewed strength and resolve.

Her power hissed uselessly, consumed by the enormity of the wound. The vision flared again, slamming into her skull. The corrupted sunlight seared her mind, each ray carving her forest into ruin. She saw networks of mycelium—her beloved hidden web of fungi that carried messages between trees—snap like brittle thread. Once, she had laid her cheek against the soil to listen to their quiet songs. Now their voices screamed as they were torn apart. The elder trees, the oldest and wisest, sagged and moaned, black sap bleeding down their bark like tears. Their roots writhed in desperation, cracking stone, ripping apart earth. Their cries echoed inside her skull, pounding until she thought her mind

"I am so sorry. I should never have let him in." "He needed to see I wasn't afraid," Juniper says, though she feels like she might collapse now that the adrenaline is fading. "Alaric... what did he mean by the 'Great Sickness'?" Alaric sighs, resting his forehead against her knees. "He’s right about one thing. Across all the territories, the magic is fading. Wolves are being born who can't shift. The oldest trees are rotting from the inside. The Council thinks it's because we've lost our way. They think we need more 'purity.' More strength."

Ará, the spirit of lightening crooned. "Could it be?" The wind sprites wailed, "has our master returned?" "Yes I have my pets, you will attend me as you once have." I answered. But instead the lightening spirit prowled closer, seeking weakness. "Once I called you lord and did your bidden, then you were strong, an Iroko among trees but now you are weak, now a cassava stapling calls.’’ Stung at the insult, I sent my will coiling like a python at the element, seizing it before it could react.

Zara'm appreciated and then slowly walked down, while Kambiri joined her too. Many trees have fallen down, men are breathing heavily because of the work they working on. Seems that the woods are now enough, Ike and Chike are busy smoothing the trees and how they will balanced with their pvsy daggers. Looks like Ike has developed his pvsyraid supervision energy because he is also with his pvsy dagger smoothing the tree with pressure and low difficulty. He was busy with his work when he glimpsed Kambiri stepping in with Zara'm.

“Possibly because he is not destroying the forest and protecting it instead” “Possibly, he can talk and make peace with those spirits” Each one of them, have their own opinion, about their situation, however some of them are already resigning and decided to look for another job because of the development, they feared that one day, they may get in touch with those spirit, and they may hurt them unintentionally. Once this happens, they will take revenge with them, as what happened with those ten men assigned in cutting trees, they believe, those spirits or entities living in the trees take their revenge with them and make them sick.

"This tree is you, Adira." I turned around completely, the tarp making a noise under my feet. "What? How?" His gaze weakened me. My resolve crumbled around me as he hummed deep in his chest. He leaned back, his long frame trying to appear at ease, but I could see how wound up he was inside. "This tree overcame fire, still alive enough to recover from the char. Sprouting seedlings from deep in its cracks. Even as pieces of it are severed, it comes back, warped. A product of its environment."

They calmed their racing hearts and focused their minds. One by one, they approached the ancient tree, each offering a small piece of their essence: a drop of blood, a whispered promise, a heartfelt prayer. The tree hummed with energy, resonating with their intentions. Suddenly, a blinding light filled the grove, forcing them to shield their eyes. The light gradually subsided, revealing the figures of the spirits standing before them. "We have witnessed your sincerity," the spirits said in unison. "You may proceed and use the key, but remember, the balance of light and darkness must be preserved. The Ancient One's defeat will come at a price."