Cleaner’s Association I

The Spiritual Lines spread like lightning cracks, moving swiftly along the bark, wrapping it in a web of shimmering white light. 

Where the spiritual power and the Life energy passed, the rough bark began to smooth out. Jagged edges softened. Cracks sealed. 

The armor began to shift from something wild to something refined—streamlined and sleek, like it had been forged by ancient nature spirits and sharpened by centuries of evolution.

The surface turned bone-white, with faint green patterns glowing beneath it—like leaves sealed under ice. 

Thin grooves formed naturally around his joints, allowing full movement without losing defense. 

His shoulders were reinforced with curved wooden plates that now looked more like carved marble than bark. 

His chest plate carried the faint impression of a blooming tree, with its roots curling down toward his waist and branches extending up across his collarbones.