The World Tree is just a big tree.
The moment that single phrase—written in the blood and tears of every elf in the world—rippled through the air, Demerond released his jin-ui into the void.
Cold hatred crushed the space around them, and the air itself seemed to hold its breath.
Even the wind avoided him. Amidst that stillness, Demerond watched Yeomyeong’s reaction.
From his experience, humans on Earth typically responded in one of two ways when confronted with his true intent.
Hypocritical sympathy, or vague fear.
But Yeomyeong’s reaction was neither.
