The apocalypse arrives, and a seed takes root and sprouts, growing stronger through hardship and rising amid chaos.
From a frail little shoot to a towering tree that blocks out the sky.
It takes the dead as its soil, devours the power of all living things, and bears the fruits of the world. Eat one, and you gain all kinds of supernatural abilities; give one to someone else, and it becomes a flame that keeps them alive.
Black rain cannot wash away the world’s evil, and violet light cannot burn away the corruption in people’s hearts. Only the tree growing in the sea of consciousness remains, silent and still, catching the collapsing world of humanity inch by inch.
