Umbra remained for a few moments observing the golden fragments scattered across the stone floor of the destroyed chamber. The energy contained in the pieces of Yggdrasil's root reacted slowly to the Umbral environment, small currents of light flowing between the crystalline fibers of the wood like veins of a still-living organism. The soft glow reflected off the broken walls around and the shadow currents that held Nidhogg captive, creating a strange contrast between the primordial light of the World Tree and the natural darkness of that dimension.
Lyra and Seryth watched in silence.
Umbra slowly lowered herself before the pile of fragments and chose a specific branch, longer and thinner than the others. It was approximately the size of her forearm, and its surface pulsed with greater intensity than the other pieces. Veins of golden energy ran through its structure like small currents of liquid light.
She twirled the fragment between her fingers for a few seconds.
