[Ethereal Small World]
A day later, she was still grappling with the chaos unleashed by nature. If she didn't know better, she might have thought she was dealing with a petulant child rather than the wrath of an ancient being.
Why, then, was this primal force directing its fury towards her? She hadn't intended to provoke it.
"Don't for a moment believe you're blameless. You think yourself innocent, that you didn't compel me to manifest here. But I, this Great One, have long dwelled in the Land of Paradise, alongside my kin. I am among the first ancient trees to awaken my spirit. Though I command immense power, I cannot leave this sacred ground," the Ancient Tree Spirit hissed, its voice thick with resentment.
In simpler terms, the Ancient Tree Spirit's existence was bound to the Land of Paradise. If anyone were to forcefully uproot it from this place, its very essence would suffer irreparable harm.
