บท 386: The Swift Taxi Driver

Curious to see how the tree would survive in his soul sea, he closed his eyes.

When he reopened them, he saw the cracking, dry tree reaching for the sky in the distance. Its roots dug into a mound of fresh soil like starved serpents, and the bark vibrated with renewed life as nutrients ran through its xylem for the first time in millennia.

As it did, the Moon gem nestled between its roots sparkled to life. A surge of silvery mana exploded from its smooth surface the next second, drawing a beautiful light connecting it to the azure sky.

Gasping in wonder, Adam watched as the silvery light coalesced into a round sphere, mimicking a miniature moon. Its light bathed the parched bark, cascading down its wood and casting soft shadows. Enthralled by the touch, the tree's drooping branches straighten, reaching skyward to embrace its long-lost friend.

"Recover well!" He said, moving to the tree before patting its rough bark with tenderness.