The World Tree Calls - Part 5: The Hand In The Snow

After countless ages of walking through the Burial Ground of Gods, he finally reached the Extreme Cold Land. Exhausted beyond measure, he collapsed face down into the snow, without even the strength to lift his head. In that frozen silence, he thought his journey had come to an end, and that his body would be buried forever in this graveyard where even gods had fallen.

With the last trace of unwillingness in his heart, he raised his left hand above his head, as if asking for help from a place he could no longer remember.

Then suddenly, a hand grasped his.

A warm and powerful energy pulled him out of the snow, wrapping around him like a gentle river. As he slowly opened his eyes, tears began to fall.

Before him stood a figure from a memory buried beneath endless years.

With a trembling voice, he whispered:

“Master…”

In that instant, an ancient memory awakened. Long ago, this very figure had planted the seed of the World Tree and used vast divine power to create countless worlds. He remembered when he was still small, playing beside the Master among the branches, carefree, joyful, and warm.

The snow was still cold. The road ahead was still unknown.

But he was no longer alone.