Chapter 67: Wooden world(3)
The end of the titanic chain that they had been walking on all this time, the chain that was basically their second home by now, well, one of their second homes, ended in a titanic island greater than any Cades had seen before, the island was filled with a lush forest and had that which seemed to be tentacles growing out from the sides, but evading the chains on which they were going.
After a few moments of both staring at the supposed tentacles in stunned shock and sheer terror they did however realize that that which they had assumed to be tentacles because of the grotesque way they were structured, hanging down everywhere and spreading into the abyss, were actually roots.
And after a few more moments they realized to what theses roots must belong.
There, on the island, surrounded by a serenely lush forest that seemed to even house live now that Cades tried analysing everything about this new potential threat, guarded by a few towering mountains in the distance who had probably been keeping their watch over this island ever since it had appeared here, presumably island-napped by a monster.
There, on that beautiful piece of land, was a huge tree, one that, had it been on ehetria, would've pierced through the great tent of the sky, one that was dozens of times as big as the one on which his body had gained his engraving, in that horrid region in which he had slain the eximimus queen, the region of which he truly didn't ever want to have to think about again.
The endlessly extending tree had hundreds of arms and a shirm that reminded more of a mushroom than a tree in on itself, but without a doubt it was a tree, one that Cades could've never thought up hadn't he seen it like this, it was bestowed with beautiful green, its entire trunkn covered in a beautiful brown colour that reminded Cades of ehetria for some reason.
The same went for the trees surrounding it.
They were indeed titanic, though, compared to the great giant in the middle they were miniscule, like ants compared to a tree, the forest was endlessly expanding, and of the sides there was water flowing, crystal-like water that Cades couldn't even have dreamt up in this horrendous situation that the two wanderers had found themselves in for a long time now.
The trees were more so akin to a ocean in truth though, one that Cades and the archer could see without a problem as the chain had started lowering itself, in a physically impossible way, one that allowed the two to see the entire islands miles under them, miles away, and yet it was so close, close enough that they felt as if they could grab at the infinitely dense see of green ants.