According to ancient records of the Banes, the tree had last bloomed a thousand years ago. Most, including Voltrex, believed the tree had reached the end of its lifespan.
However, a miracle had occurred the previous year.
The withered bark, long stripped of life, suddenly regained vitality—dark cracks sealing as though time itself had reversed. In a single breath, the once-lifeless, mighty branches erupted into bloom, unfurling otherworldly golden petals that shimmered like fragments of dawn torn from the heavens.
And yes—the phenomenon occurred at the very moment Taranis was born.
In one of the wooden chambers on the branches of the tree, a suppressed, agonized cry of a woman echoed.
Outside the chamber, two beautiful female cultivators wearing pink robes adorned with white flowers stood guard.
As soon as Voltrex and his companions arrived, the duo bowed their heads with elegance.
"We are blessed by Your Majesty's safe return."
