A sinister laugh echoed through the Vine Hall woven from trees, immediately provoking much dissatisfaction among the many beings present. However, those disgruntled Divine Tree Lords suppressed their own emotions, because the one emitting such laughter was a being without a wooden body.
"Fall? That's a concern only for the weak. It's good that more and more creatures are appearing here; it's the perfect time for a cleansing, to weed out the unworthy and weak."
A powerful being spoke out, his voice reverberating, causing many Divine Tree Lords to unconsciously show a look of awe.
All of them had made contracts with the Mother of All Things, but between them, they were not the same. The weaker Epics worried and needed to resist the Mother's invasive erosion with all their might. In contrast, the powerful could take what they wished from the Mother of All Things, with hardly any effort.