Tave walked slowly, until he reached a small, radiant shape growing in the very center of his Gaialume. There, in the middle of the endless dark, sprouted a tiny, luminous tree.
It stood no taller than his knee, with delicate, glowing branches and leaves that shimmered in a soft, pulsing green. The air around it felt different—dense, sacred. Like the quiet heartbeat of something older than time itself.
He sat down in front of it, legs folded neatly, eyes fixed on the little tree with quiet reverence.
In truth, he could barely contain himself. Every instinct inside him screamed to leap into the air, to shout in triumph. Because what stood before him wasn't just rare. It was monumental. Impossible.
This was the World Tree Seed.
Yes… an actual seed of the World Tree.
Tave knew exactly what he was looking at. In this world, the World Tree wasn't just one singular being. Not truly. It had a source, yes. But most of what the world saw were merely avatars.
