Fran knew he was dreaming.
Perhaps it was the fury from almost being killed that triggered the ancestral memories in his bloodline once again.
His ancestor was planting trees.
The life of this Earth Bear had no other pursuits, only hoping to use his meager strength to stabilize the cracks in the land.
The elements where he was were exceedingly chaotic, and in this short time alone, the Earth Bear had already endured countless attacks.
If not for his high physical defense, he would have been riddled with holes long ago.
But the bear showed no hesitation, mechanically digging holes and planting saplings.
Fran couldn't help but smile; the bear knew that saplings grew more easily than seeds.
Behind the Earth Bear, the sky-reaching redwoods were already towering high.
He had been working in this place for tens of thousands of years.
Fran recognized the kind of redwood the Earth Bear had chosen.