Needless to say, the giant tree didn't just watch the interaction. The elderly King's companion's blinding attacks had prevented him from continuing his offensive, but that moment was over.
Ilman was still outside the barrage of roots, meaning it was time for the crown to attack. The vast array of thick branches that created a vast blemish in the otherwise spotless white sky trembled, and all hell broke loose.
A storm of warning signals immediately rang in Ilman's brain, but he recognized those familiar sensations in his perception. After all, that wasn't his first time facing the branches' prowess. The destroyed ground all around Ilman proved as much.
Nevertheless, Ilman switched tactics now. He had focused on dodging earlier, unsure about what his new state was capable of, but the time for hesitation was no more.
