“Greetings, Heroes. We are in deep sorry for our very . . . unwanted introduction that we have given.”
Intrigued.
It was what Silver has been feeling as he listen to the low, deep in the ground voice of one of the tree that was standing in their front. A tree that was talking. A tree that is alive—like a human.
“I am T'folli, the leader of the Womeraseki tribe.”
Three big branches of the tree appeared each at Silver, Alina, and Yohanna's front. But it does not attack nor tried to hit them anymore, unlike what it had done earlier.
Instead, those branches remained in their front, at the chest level, waiting the heroes to do . . . something.
‘A shake hand,’ Silver thought.
Even though hesitating, Silver moved his right hand and grabbed the tip of the leafless tree's branch. Then
