A sudden clap of thunder startled Cocotte from his daze.

A violent thunder and lightning raged across the sky, followed by a massive downpour.

Koko felt the huge raindrops falling, and looked at the vast water surface drenched by the downpour, where everything was growing wildly, transforming into a lush forest.

The arrogant thunder and lightning roared in the sky like two enraged celestial beasts. Kokot stared at the scene of the dancing thunder and felt a chill.

Her feet rested on the water, which was already rippling slightly, as she fell into deep thought.

Those spirits that transformed into glimmers of light rose into the sky and gathered into a warm sun.

Although the forest appeared out of nowhere, there was no soil on the ground.

It's as if this world is missing a certain element.

The forest, situated on the azure water, seemed so magical.

Cocot just stared blankly at him.

The previously empty surroundings instantly transformed into a dense forest.

This entire forest was formed from the energy of those vanished spirits.

Their bodies bring life, and their consciousness re-integrates into nature.

"Returning to nature?"

At that moment, Kokot seemed to understand what returning to nature truly meant.

Standing in the forest, she gradually changed.

Her feet hardened into thick tree roots, reaching into the earth beneath the towering lake surface.

Its body gradually became harder and stronger, transforming into a thick and majestic tree.

The hair on her head spread out, transforming into dense branches that swayed gently in the breeze.

The hair that touched the top of the head spread out and transformed into dense tree branches, swaying slightly in the wind and breaking the original silence.

New green buds soon sprouted on the beautiful branches, giving rise to vibrant green leaves that swayed and danced in the wind.

This majestic tree, surrounded by jungle, stands upright in the tranquil lake.

Under a sky flashing with thunder, they bask in the warm caress of the sun.

Kokot eventually merged completely with nature, becoming a great sacred tree.

Once she felt her feet sink deep into the icy water, the voice in her head finally stopped bothering her.

Now I can finally get a good night's sleep.

Even so, she still couldn't rest.

The fairies drifted in from all directions, each carrying a bowl woven from green leaves, filled with crystal-clear spring water.

They bowed at the feet of the sacred tree, which was surrounded by trees, and devoutly offered it their affectionate dew.

With each drop of dew, a fairy will bloom among the proudly towering tree canopy.

Day after day, year after year.

When the old spirit dies, a new spirit will appear.

I'm so tired, I really want to go on strike.

"..."

The elves prayed every day, their prayers echoing endlessly deep within Kokot's heart.

What do they need today?

It turned out that they needed a large piece of land to build their houses.

However, even my own roots failed to touch the soil.

How shall I provide you with soil for building your houses?

Kokot was exhausted again.

I'm so tired, I really want to go on strike.

"..."

In Kokot's mind, the elves have come and gone in batches.

Those spirits who once came to the sacred tree in reverence have all returned to the earth, becoming trees in the forest.

The new elves rarely pray to the sacred tree anymore.

The elves have enjoyed a self-sufficient life and are gradually becoming independent.

However, the situation is not that simple.

But just like those cliché stories that usually happen.

The more peaceful and tranquil a world is, the more likely something will appear to disrupt that peace.

The sky darkened as a storm raged around the forest.

Chaotic energy surged from the depths of the earth, polluting the rippling lake and attempting to cover the sky, descending upon the heads of every elf.

The elves looked up in alarm.

These elves, who had never experienced disaster before, had no idea how to deal with this situation.

They had never encountered such danger before.

However, a crisis is now looming.

Roar—

A white dragon, its body shimmering with dark purple energy, emerged from the gloomy sky with its dark wings spread wide.

That oppressive, low pressure felt like a madness that had ripped all the chaos from the depths of the world.

The flowing, dark purple scales emitted bursts of sound waves that sent chills down the elves' spines.

The danger was imminent, and the elves began praying to the sacred tree once more.

"Supreme Divine Tree, we beg you to resolve this crisis for us."

"Divine tree, please help us reclaim our home."

"The sacred tree..."

Listening to the heavy, incantation-like prayers, Kokot, who had transformed into a divine tree, slowly awoke.

She swayed the towering branches, gazing outwards at the world where the elves lived.

To be honest, she had no idea how long she had slept.

She doesn't even know if consciousness still exists within her.

However, upon hearing the elves' prayers, I felt a little surprised.

Has another elf needed her?

But what can she do if she's just a tree?

I'm so tired, I really want to go on strike.