Zion directed all of his power toward the roots of the world tree, flooding it with holy power. The world trembled as the transformation surged forward.
Zion's body blazed with holy energy as wave after wave poured from him, slamming into the World Tree with deafening force. The colossal trunk groaned, its bark fracturing in radiant lines as divine light tried to thread itself through centuries of ancient magic. The air shook with each pulse, cracking under the strain.
Threads of holy power spiraled outward, twisting and thrashing like wild serpents, threatening to spill across the entire forest. They were caught mid-flight—snatched and bound by luminous chains, sealed before they could burst free. More surged in their place. The tree was rejecting the power, but that wasn't going to stop Zion.
