The homestead lay in ruins before their eyes, the beautiful dream violently disrupted, and all the Withereds were unusually angry.
They were the immortal servants of the Divine Tree, steeped in the beautiful dream woven by the Divine Tree, thoroughly enjoying the pleasures of eternal life, only to be rudely awakened by an outsider. Thrust back into the cold reality, they once again faced their own hideous flesh.
This collective fury among those who considered themselves detached was unprecedented; no longer did they consider transforming this outsider into one of their companions, instead, they wanted to tear this bastard to shreds!
We kindly bestowed upon you the blessing of immortality, and yet you repay our kindness with betrayal! You've chosen the path to your own death!
For decades, it had been the Withereds who crushed and humiliated outsiders; when had the outsiders ever managed to strike at their village?
Die, you must die!
