Because it is ownerless, the Ginkgo Tree is losing its vitality.
I'm here to save you, fool!
Roland cursed inwardly and continued forward.
She finally stood under the Ginkgo Tree, but her feet had already been swallowed by thorns and hidden carnivorous flowers.
Fortunately, this is a dreamscape, and even though it hurts, she hasn't truly lost her feet.
Even if she lost them, it wouldn't matter.
Roland always felt an awkwardness towards her feet.
Though they were exceptionally beautiful, delicate as carved jade, and Roland couldn't resist kissing them every time he caressed them, she always felt these feet hindered her forward movement.
If not for Roland's love for them, she had even considered the idea of replacing the useless feet with mechanical ones.
Since she couldn't discard them in reality, she might as well try in the dreamscape.
Roland cut her palm and pressed it onto the wilting bark of the Ginkgo Tree.
"Forest companion, awaken, your Elf friend is here!"
