บท 37: Meeting with Speaking Ink Tree

In the Southeast of the Amayan Empire, aside from the boundless ocean known as the Southern Oceanic, there was also a dark forest known as the Eastwind forests. The towering trees stretching into the clouds were black from their base to their top, and from their branches to their leaves. The forest was harsh and bleak, not a single sign of life visible within its vicinity for hundreds of miles.

Somewhere within the depths of the Eastwind forest, Crown Prince Lail was staring at the ancient ginormous tree that was trying to keep its eyes open. The tree was old and wrinkly, its black trunk marred with the passage of time. It had the shape of an old ginger, only with a thousand more roots that extended from its base like spider webs, intertwining and entangling with the roots of the other trees in the area.

Its leaves and branches spread out like a net as they connected with each other in a kaleidoscope of black, teeming with life and vitality despite its age.