The Arborist's Third Form wasn't some gradual transformation. No gentle shifting of bark and branch like the previous changes.
This happened all at once, violent and immediate, like watching reality itself get rewritten in a single frame.
His body exploded outward. Roots erupted from the chamber floor with enough force to crack stone. They spiraled around the massive tree trunk in a twisting helix pattern, each root thick enough to crush a car. His humanoid shape dissolved completely, absorbed back into the ecosystem itself. What remained was something that defied easy description.
Picture a tree. Now picture that tree having a really bad day and deciding to become a weapon of mass destruction.
