The air condensed into a weight of frozen pressure.
Yet every step he took fell between reality and illusion.
Without a hint of hesitation.
In the distant sky.
A tree as black as ink occupied the center.
Its trunk was strong and powerful.
Like an ancient giant dragon coiling through millennia.
A stream of elusive information flowed from the treetop.
Woven like silvery threads into a net.
Wrapping the entire space tightly and completely.
This ancient tree, known as the "Root of Chaos."
Is the core symbol behind all the trials.
Connecting reality with void, past with future.
Suddenly.
Six figures appeared in the hall.
Their faces resembled David.
Yet each radiated traits of different timelines:
One with eyes burning with fiery rage.
Another shrouded in icy tranquility between the brows.
One clad in ancient robes, seemingly exuding historical vicissitudes.
