It was almost amusing how everything suddenly stopped. In one instant, the light seemed to trail together before vanishing, leaving the area slightly darker and much less chaotic. The growing stopped near instantly, and as Hayim allowed himself to crawl through into the real world, he did not manage to detect the aura that was once so pervasive with his very being. In fact, Hayim did not even need to try and feel for the presence to know that it was gone - the growth of the plants had completely halted, and while the forest remained, the trees were no longer racing towards the heavens. Hayim sulked around the perimeter of the great tree, cautious to avoid touching it again and possibly restarting the process that activated the spire in the first place. 

As Hayim's body slowly shrunk, he noticed the trees that were warped slightly, baring the twisted and malformed faces that were once humans. Hayim, or course, was displeased with this. He rushed towards the being, only realizing what it was when he was a few feet in front of it.

It was the same Human that had given it a ride to the World Tree's branches. The young god wrapped his significantly smaller limbs around the trunk and cried out to it.

[color=a36209]"Humie! Hayim no hurt by spire anymore, now Hayim can help you!"[/color]

Hayim proceeded to draw upon his well of divine essence - it was already starved from his voyage in the aura of the spire, but Hayim was ready to scrape everything left in order to help the people of the forest. He was already pouring some of his essence into the man in an attempt to revert the process that the spire used to pervert his form. 

Thanks to his exhaustion, Hayim was barely aware of the divine cord that laid dormant in the tree. The pod that bore the young girl, despite being well within Hayim's view, was completely ignored - the god did not know that a human was inside, and his goal first and foremost was to help the people who were forcibly altered into trees.