Chapter 566:
I held the branch of the Fae Tree in my hand as I walked towards the supposed 'Government' building that the humans here created.
The Branch was actually... well, it was of value to me right now because I was working out a new spell, and this filled a spot I wasn't sure how to do so previously. Scáthach uses an Ash Tree's branches to make duplicates – lesser versions, admittedly—of her spear.
For the spell I'm devising, this branch would work perfectly since it has such an absurd vitality to it.
The same tree that had been supplying its own vitality to ensure the longevity and health of thousands of humans for centuries.
Without doing so, it could have probably lived for several hundred thousand years. Yet its branches were withering from what I could tell. It probably only has a few centuries left of life in it.
It wasn't a simple matter of giving away one point of vitality and letting a human absorb one point of vitality.
To push it out into the form of fruits that contained such pure life energy... it probably had to sacrifice ten or twenty times the same amount of its own vitality to create those. And that was more of a conservative estimate because what it was doing was not something normal or natural.
If it were possible to easily do what it was doing, the world would be a much different place.