The pale tree's crown spread before them, a platform formed from interwoven branches, open to the sky above. At the center, elevated on a mound of pale roots, bloomed a flower that defied natural description.
Purple, crimson, and grey petals are arranged in spiral patterns that hurt to observe directly. The colors shifted constantly, never settling on a single shade. Pale roots stretched from its stem in all directions, connecting to the tree below, spreading across the platform like veins.
This was the source, and the Dark Silence's true form.
"That's our enemy." One golden warrior breathed, his tone mixing awe with revulsion.
Reinhard's eyes narrowed as he gripped Zenuken before rushing forward, and the Melo Warriors responded immediately. They didn't follow but instead spread out around Reinhard as roots burst from the platform.
These weren't controlled ones held by the spirits but the flower's direct defense.
"Protect the Commander!" Bargest roared.
