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In a matter of seconds, we hurried towards it. 

Now, we were standing beneath with heads high, staring at the colossal work of wood, lined with spirals of highlighted gold, leading to every ends of each branch that nurtured a yellow leaf. Like an overflow of spiritual essence, each leaf's surface emitted hundreds of particles of corresponding color, fading to nothingness as it reached no more than a pen's length. Noticeably, hanging from a main branch, a swing awaited a host. Considering from our level, the swing was as tall as a five storey building.

"Woah, I kinda wanna see how far I'd reach if I rode it," I broke the long silence.

"You can't go on that," Derek replied. "Only those with damaged spiritual power can use it to heal."

"Do I have that?"

"I don't sense any in you," the old man chipped in. So did Emmanuel.

"What about me?"

"There is none in you either."