Viridrigon stood a few paces ahead, his back to them, his hands working the stubborn stone as if it were clay. He was carving a deep hole into the summit's peak.
"The nature of your seed, and the dark source of its creation, makes it incompatible with my realm," Viridrigon stated, his voice carrying clearly over the howling wind. He did not look up, his movements fluid as he prepared the earth. "It would be a poison to my sanctuary, a corruption I cannot risk for the sake of the life I nurture there."
He finally stood, the seed hovering expectantly between his hands. "However, I gave my word to guard it. It is only right that I plant it here, at the highest point of my mountain. It is isolated enough that its darkness will not bleed into my garden, yet it remains under my constant watch and influence, ensuring it stays tethered to the purpose you have chosen."
