Only those grotesque tumors, bulging and caving upon the trunk, kept writhing incessantly like human flesh and blood tissue.
The entire tree was wrapped in the stench of rot.
And now, the blood-red Red Spider Lilies that once bloomed upon the ground had already crept up the trunk, as if their fates were now inseparably entwined with this great tree.
"Just hold on a little longer, Nanase."
Inutake Soukai muttered thus to himself.
He lifted his head, gazing toward the higher reaches of the Fusang tree's canopy.
Up there, an exceptionally conspicuous, blood-red fruit was inflating, growing larger by the second.
If only he could get that, he could make another batch of Reincarnation Incense, and bring his wife back once more.
Everything will get better.
Inutake Soukai struggled to climb a few steps higher, when suddenly, he heard the faint rustle of movement from his wife in his arms.
He lowered his head, only to see Nanase's blanched, bloodless cheek.
