tree whisper
Author: Mystic beauty
last update2025-07-23 02:34:17

The Tree Awakens

The forest swallowed every sound, pressing silence thick around Elior and Olivia. The ancient tree waited, black and twisted, a sentinel at the edge of nightmares. Elior stepped closer, shivering as the tattoo trailing up his forearm began to glow—golden and fever-bright, burning in sync with the ragged thunder of his heart.

Suddenly, the bark split. Blood-red sap streaked downward, pooling at the roots, thick as spilled secrets. The air stank of iron and something darkly sweet. The sigil across Elior’s skin sizzled hotter, matching the beat of something hidden and ancient beneath the ground.

Olivia’s voice wavered. “Elior, step back—look at your arm!” He reached for his blade, raw panic gleaming in his eyes, but Elior barely registered the motion. A force, magnetic and terrible, dragged him toward the trunk.

It felt as if the earth itself braced, every root burrowing deeper in anticipation.

Whispers spun through the clearing—impossible echoes, threading the air
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