Its branches reach for the sky, connecting with the stars. This Mother of All silently perceives every phenomenon of heaven and earth, her vague yet all-encompassing consciousness flowing from the treetops, gentle yet resilient like the morning light.
Suddenly, a slight tremor passes through her vast trunk, like the wind stirring ripples on a lake surface. This vibration originates from all that has just occurred—the chaos core spiritual wave released by David, the demigod, was captured from root to leaf tip, quietly magnified and transmitted through each branch network.
"All things return to one..." Ishara seems to whisper her heart silently, with a tinge of worry and expectation about the unknown fate of the future in this vague observational consciousness. "A new branch is budding, an intricate web of countless possibilities. Yet can the mundane world withstand this abrupt transformation, align with nature, or trigger a catastrophe?"
