"Plant, harvest, eat, natural, burn, unnatural, slaughter, life and death, natural, massacre, unnatural." The giant tree spat out one word at a time, slowly and leisurely, without any emotion, merely stating a fact plainly.
Although it was a head-scratcher, the Star Progeny Master seemed to understand; planting to eat is natural, but burning is not. Now, killing so many intelligent beings is akin to burning grain, not part of nature.
This could barely be explained, but: "Then why didn't you stop me when I initiated the Light Disaster? The Light Disaster can have an effect similar to slaughter. You didn't care about the Light Disaster, but you interfere when we kill a few people?" the Star Progeny Master questioned.
Anthony's brain ached; how would he know why the Tree of Ten Thousand Realms didn't care about the Light Disaster? He wasn't the real Tree of Ten Thousand Realms, but trying to impersonate it meant he had to fill this gap. How to do it? Anthony pondered deeply.
