Ignoring the commotion above my head, my attention was drawn to the main body of the old Dryad, who had transformed into an old tree blessed by the Goddess of Nature.
The roots glow with golden magic, giving the impression that it is a sacred tree that replaces the Tree of Life belonging to the Dark Elf race.
The dense old Dryad leaves also emitted a light green magic light, captivating the eyes of the Dark Elf race, who prostrate around me.
A small prank by the Goddess of Nature had made this old Dryad resemble the Tree of Life of the Dark Elf race, which would cause a major misunderstanding when the Tree of Life returned to its original form.
Whatever happens after this, I no longer care about cleaning up the mischief of the Goddess of Nature that caused the misunderstanding.
The old Dryad or the seed of the Tree of Life would be a major problem for the Dark Elf race, who had just awakened from their long slumber.
