463 Rise of the False Hope

From millennium-old roots to drooping bark and oozing sap, up to the slender branches basking in the sun, rot consumed them all in mere moments. The trunk splintered in two as Wilhelm descended into the ruin, the cries of countless now-homeless creatures resonating, echoing, before gradually fading away.

Wilhelm's eyes blazed with a white, flaming aura. Within the ruins, only four souls remained, paired off; Merlin stood with Dag near the entrance, while Ver Dilen and Sindre occupied the bottom, where Wilhelm had landed.

Whether due to Wilhelm's increased strength or the fallen tree, the ruin quaked as he landed on a stone pillar in a rippling lake. He rolled forward like an unstoppable ball of white flames, sprinting towards Sindre faster than ever before.