Plum sat on her throne, pulling through agony and pain to teleport another helper through her roots. This time, she aimed for someone who had very little mana and talent for magic, but still held enough power to make this abomination cry blood.
A witch so ancient and powerful that she almost rivaled the spirits, being hailed as a bringer of death, plagues, and doom.
As Plum's throne burned with viridescent conflagration, a massive shadow emerged from the tree's highest branches. Green, angry, and overpowering. Even if it looked small compared to the World Tree's titanic branches, the creature still drew all attention to itself with a deafening roar.
The plum forced rustled beneath her shadow, and the wet mud turned green with mold. Poisonous ivy grew between the logs, and the tendrils of thorns and vines stretched rapidly across the foliage.
