The Treefolk leader's furious outburst couldn't change any reality. Those vines that recklessly crossed the border, attempting to invade the interior of the explosion pit, had already suffered a devastating blow from the garrison troops of the Well of Deep Blue. As the beams swept through, the last bit of ash drifted away in the wind, and this small probe ended in failure just like the dozens of attempts before.
Another Treant beside the leader stepped forward. His branches were withered and twisted, yet a powerful magic coursed through his desiccated treetop. The intertwined branches tangled above the Treant's head, forming a structure resembling an enlarged brain, looking eerie and unsettling.
