Lucien returned to his private chamber after leaving the ruined world.
The bark of the Tree of Creation floated before him.
The moment his fingers touched it, the bark reacted.
It sensed the Tree of Creation inside him and came apart naturally. It dissolved into countless strings, then surged into Lucien.
Toward his conceptual space.
Lucien closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, his awareness had already descended inward.
His spirit remained there, still holding his Divine Energy Core.
Above the Divine Energy Core, the Tree of Creation stoowsd rooted.
Its trunk was no longer young.
Its branches stretched through his conceptual space. Its leaves shimmered with different hues.
The bark's strings of existence entered.
The Tree stirred.
