They raised their hands, either angrily cursing, kneeling in prayer, or covering their faces in tears, but what Horn saw was eerily reversed.
Thus, there were often moments when someone would suddenly calm down while crying, with an air of "I cried, but it was all an act."
The closer Horn got to the tree crown, the more time flowed backward to its starting point, and the elves' faces appeared more serene and joyful.
Looking at them in a celebratory manner, it didn't seem like a helpless retreat but rather a joy of surviving a calamity.
Horn continued traversing through the trunk and reached the tree crown, where the vibrant green leaves clung tightly to the branches, even producing a few scattered immature fruits.
These fruits looked obviously malnourished, no matter how they were perceived.
Horn's viewpoint continued through the inside of the fruit, revealing a seed or kernel hidden within.
How did this seed feel so much like the one that had knocked him out earlier?
