Nero's gaze was transfixed on the sapling, particularly on a small fruit hanging off of it.
The moment he has reached the bottom of the hollow, a succulent, gracious aroma had filled his nose.
It was like perfume of the sweetest flowers. Like the morning sun and the evening rain.
Just the smell of it invigorated him, washing away the fatigue and residual damage from the battle the night before.
Nero was speechless for a moment. Then he walked forward. Stooping down right in front the plant, he gently reached out with his fingers and caressed its leaves,
'Oracle, what is this thing?'
{The Demon Generals chose the corpse of the godtree as their resting spot due to its high reserves of Ein Sof at the time. Most of the Ein Sof was plundered by them, but a little portion of it managed to accumulate at the bottom here. Combined with a seed from the previous tree, it seems it will be growing into a new tree within the next century}.
Felt a wave of warmth wash over him.
