Chapter 343 – Talk under a Tree
"Neron is dead, O Great Mother."
A deep voice, laced with gravity, spoke. The man had the trademark golden hair and green eyes of the Worldborn.
He wore a luxurious celestial robe laced with living green leaves that twitched faintly, too alive to be mere decoration.
He lowered his head as he spoke to the stunning being before him.
This was the Orator of the Worldborn — the one who carried tidings of elves, of Worldborn matters, of universal news to the Progenitor herself.
To Luelle Worldborn.
The woman sat calmly beneath a colossal green tree, its leaves so vast they seemed to cradle entire universes within their veins.
Yet even before such a cosmic tree, one's eyes strayed inevitably to Luelle. Her beauty was suffocating.
Her body resembled polished, perfected wood, supple yet radiant, glowing faintly with soft green light. Veins of luminous sap coursed across her skin, as water threads down stone in an endless stream.
