As Hayim scaled up the ever growing branch, his pace only slightly faster than the speed at which the branch he was on was extending away from the mountainous trunk of the world tree, he could feel the energy coming from the light in the center starting to cling to his Divine Cord. His approach was stymied when the bark beneath his feet changed without warning. Branches erupted from the meat of the main branch, surrounding him, entangling him. Worse yet it seemed like tendrils of wood were reacting to his presence. It sensed his connection to it's domain growing so it reached out, wispy tendrils of wood attempting to physically connect with the god in the complete sense of the term.

As the essence of plants started to fill his Divine Cord he could start to feel not just the world tree but all trees reacting to his presence. Every tree from every forest, every blade of grass from every field, every plant from every corner of Tabrasa. With the changes having spread to the Divine Cord itself he and all plants were connected as one yet with individual thoughts and desires. Though they lived simple lives plants still held thoughts and feeling which they readily shared with those who could understand them such as Hayim.

Down below he could feel the forces at work at the forest which was growing ever faster, the efforts of the gods below not even slowing the overgrowth. From above he could see the pillars of iron, copper and tungsten cast forth by Ferron transform into large root vegetables which held rich quantities of the aforementioned minerals. The powders of gold, silver and platinum were scattered upon the white vines which carpeted the forest floor, quickly growing into brilliant flowers with speckles of the aforementioned metals gleaming across their elegant petals. The snaking tendrils of mercury, lead and chromium burrowed into the earth where they were quickly absorbed into the roots of the many trees like so much nutrients. The roots were not slowed by the addition of these metals. They only served to strengthen them, their qualities carried into the trees where their minerals would reside.

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In an instant he could hear a multitude of voices all crying out in pain. Most of them were plants, a number of them were humans. The blue sphere of plasma unleashed by the servants of Ragnageddon incinerated everything in it's path, cutting a long trail through the giant forest. Trees, bushes, trees that were once people, naught was spared from the ball of fiery destruction which rocketed towards the world tree and the spire therein. Rather than reduce the side of the tree to ash like it had for all that stood between it and the world tree however it hit the side with a weighty thud. As it had coasted towards it's destination it's surface had grown a skin, it's insides dimming as the power of the god was blanketed with the enormous amount of plant power being projected by the divine helix.

When it hit the tree it stuck to the side, it's insides trembling with tremendous heat as the skin on the outside thickened, the power of plants bleeding further into the sphere cast forth by the dragons. The destruction it had caused wasn't strictly a tragedy either for those that were burnt down by it's force still remained in the form of seeds and roots. The people who were transformed by the spire were almost killed by Ragnegeddon's power but thanks to their roots and the seeds they've scattered they lived on through their remains which immediately started to reform. While the forms and minds of those who were hit by their attack weren't wholly intact they still lived on despite it.

Furthermore the destruction of the greenery had provided a unique boon to the woods. Given how much life force the trees were saturated with from the plant aura they were starting to grow so big that the spaces in between the trees themselves were vanishing underneath their tremendous size, many of them having melded into one another forming mega trees, all lesser than the world tree of course but impressive conglomerations all the same. With this little slice of space created the trees that were previously crowded were given the chance to stretch out their branches and grow to fit the vacancy left for them by the burning sphere of destruction. Before the dragons knew it the evidence of any damage that the sphere had dealt was all but gone. All aside from the thick skinned fruit which now clung to the side of the world tree of course.

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Hayim could see that the assault by the combined forces of the dragons and Azhriel were met with similar fates. All dragons who drew near the world tree quickly found their bodies turning from blood, bone and scale into sap, wood and bark. Much like the tree people they had tried to destroy they found they were being changed into plants but such changes did not limit their motions too strictly however. Their legs might have become wooden but they continued to move no less than before. The membranes of their wings were now leaves but they still held the winds tight, keeping the now plant based dragons aloft on pollen infested winds. The dragons who still had yet to become one with the plants found the air much harder to breath as the power of the spire influenced even the very air they breathed, turning strong gusts into clouds of pollen and other plant dander.

Only the gods themselves found it even possible to approach the tree in it's current state without immediately being transformed and even they were not unaffected. The arch dragons would fare no better than any other dragon for they lacked Divine Cords. No amount of divine power invested in them would compare to the sheer intensity of the aura being generated by the spire. The gods themselves would find their physical forms receiving the first stages of the changes Hayim himself was so very along into. Things like hair and scaled would become vines and bark. Extremities such as fingers and claws would begin to harden into wood. Leaves would begin to sprout from the naturally formed edges of their forms. Those who possessed multiple forms would find their ability to transform weakened severely by this. The changes imposed by the aura resisted any efforts made to shirk them and such resistance only grew the further they spread.

Hayim could see all this and all the while the world tree tried to grow ever closer to him as he began to shift from his domain of health into the domain of plants. Inside the tree he could feel the spire as though it were within himself. He quickly learned from the tree that the spire itself was unbreakable for no matter how hard the tree tried to expand through it the effort was in vain. Another lesson passed onto him was that all things that crossed the path of the divine helix which shined up from the heart of the spire were destroyed, shattered apart by the sheer power of the light as it shone through into the night sky, rising past the stars and continuing beyond.

The voices of the humans who were trapped within the tree all chattered with confusion and bewilderment for they were not hurt though their very existence was radically altered. They had yet to truly comprehend what was even happening. For Hayim however one certainty was clear.

If he remained in the aura any longer his domain would be lost for good. He would be a plant god forevermore.
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