It had been six long days since Benjamin was kidnapped back by the Amazons, and since the moment he suddenly fell unconscious from his evolution.
The warrior women had moved with urgent efficiency, carrying his limp, glowing body through the winding paths of Verdant Spire.
Their strong arms supported him carefully as they climbed the spiraling vine stairs and rope bridges until they reached a special treehouse they had prepared for him during his long absence.
The structure nestled high among the thick, ancient branches of a towering oak.
Its walls woven seamlessly from living vines and sturdy wooden planks smoothed by years of patient craftsmanship.
Inside the cozy yet spacious room, they had tucked him gently into a wide wooden bed layered with thick cotton padding and fragrant flower petals that formed a soft, inviting mattress.
