It is not a solid entity, but a semi-transparent energy form composed purely of wood element energy and strong life force, its figure hovering majestically like a mysterious incarnation of the Earth.
The Python's pupils shine coldly, like flowing green gems, its gaze seeming to pierce through the void straight into the depths of the soul, making one shiver.
It silently slithers forward, each sway of its tail creating swirling gusts that blow the surrounding branches with a crackle.
The atmosphere of the space suddenly becomes stagnant and oppressive, even the moist earthy scent in the air is masked by a cold, toxic mist, making it difficult to breathe.
David's expression is grave, he knows that this is no simple trial, but a true survival challenge—
The World Tree's will warns him through its guardian form: Communication is just the beginning, the harsher tests are yet to come!
