Cynthia whispered, "Every branch and annual ring is an independent information node.
They connect to form a vast data network, which is precisely the body of the 'Prison Log' data matrix mentioned."
David's gaze tightened slightly as he walked slowly along the thick branch.
Suddenly, he felt his palm touch something cold and hard—it was a series of sparkling crystals embedded in the bark of the trunk.
Each one sealed the remnant soul of a wizard.
"Seventy-two wizards..." his voice was low and full of respect.
"These soul crystals are hidden here, like guardian gods accompanying this Chaos Ancient Tree."
Reina glanced sideways, and those crystals emitted a dim, subtle glow.
They formed a stark contrast with the thick corrosive atmosphere around them.
Yet they also signaled a kind of indomitable will that transcended the boundaries of life and death.
"They are not just imprisonments but more like blessings, a kind of legacy," Cynthia analyzed.
