That was why the Dawn of the Dragon loved this place.
The tree didn't feel like a normal tree.
It felt like a promise.
So late at night, they came quietly.
And they prayed.
Because they truly believed each prayer would later become food that would help their people survive.
Of course, not everyone in the city followed it—not even close. There were only… a few. But that was enough. These people believed they were here for a cause, and that more people would join their cause eventually.
And with their Faith holding them together, they created a routine.
They came after work, after the day's exhaustion had settled into their bones, and stood in a half circle, facing the tree.
And at the center, near the roots, Vandra waited.
She wasn't dressed like a priest.
She didn't wear bright robes or golden symbols.
In the Heights, no one had the luxury for that.
But she wore the one thing that mattered.
Certainty.
