If there had been others here, they would have easily determined that the daring nymph had died in an instant; her body had lost its life, leaving only the undecaying shell innate to elves.
However, at this mont, Moanda's consciousness was otherwise.
From life to death, and from death back to life, she felt as if she had relived the process of 'birth' once again, and at a certain mont, the nymph felt she had touched a vast and great consciousness. The gap between them was so imnse, like a grain of sand to a mountain, a drop of water to a river, yet they were also so similar and close, making Moanda feel such peace and beauty.
Gradually, their consciousness began to intersect and fuse. Moanda felt herself growing stronger every mont, yet sothing intangible was being separated out. Stranger fragnts of mories began to flood in, so pitch black, others warm and comfortable as if soaked in liquid, and even one interrupted in the process of gestation, planted on a high mountain by a goddess in a green dress.
In just a brief mont, Moanda experienced tens of thousands of years since the birth of the Golden Apple Tree, yet this vast mory brought her no sense of shock.
Because it was so monotonous and dull, monotonous growth, monotonous fruiting, receiving no more attention than necessary, it lived a long life as still as dead water, stirring not a single ripple.
Until this mont, when two real consciousnesses were born from its hazy instincts, everything changed. One was the Outsider, who brought with it change and hope; the other shared Wisdom, yet it was still naive and ignorant—the original entity.
"This is, the authority of a god?"
Consciousness returned from the vague to the clear. Gradually, Moanda began to feel her own 'body' again, and the new consciousness that was tightly 'adhered' to her. But she couldn't concern herself with it, for with it ca a sense of power she had never imagined before.
She did not know how strong this surge of Divine Power was, for the nymph had never before felt the power of the gods. But at this mont, Moanda felt she could move heaven and earth.
"So this is, the authority of a god!"
Following her instincts, with a single thought, the vegetation in the Golden Apple Orchard revealed its most perfect self under Moanda's command in welco of their master's rebirth. There was no sense of delay, as smooth as the movent of a natural Deity, because she had not stolen the power of the Golden Apple Tree, nor had she ascended to godhood in the guise of the nymph.
She had rely made herself a part of it, entering a symbiosis with the existence called 'Moanda' through rebirth, making the Golden Apple Tree uniquely one with her.
To be even more precise, the Moanda born of the oak was dead. To any Deity in this world now, only one conclusion could be drawn—she was a personality consciousness sohow born from the Golden Apple Tree's breaking of Mother Earth's limitations, thus the Divine Tree had beco a special 'elf'.
Just like the vast difference amongst territorial gods, though also a 'nymph', the Golden Apple Tree was akin to a god.
At this mont, Moanda fully realized that she was no longer her past self; the entire world revealed to her scenes she had not seen before. The trajectory of the Law beca distinctly visible. When she opened her 'eyes' afresh and reevaluated the Golden Apple Orchard, the power left behind by Gaia appeared no longer mysterious.
It was a shackle and a warning, able to prevent any Outsider from attempting to steal the treasures here, or to awaken Mother Earth prematurely in the face of irresistible forces, but all these arrangents were not so effective when facing the very fruit tree they were supposed to protect.
Of course, even so, it was not easy for Moanda to leave this place.
"Sigh—Now that I have succeeded, I should leave quickly..."
Muttering softly, Moanda sensed her acquired authority. Gaia's power still covered this place, so if she wanted to avoid alarming Mother Earth for now, she had to find another way.
Soon, the inherent authority of the Golden Apple Tree was more clearly perceived by Moanda. It was born from the Seed of All Things, the first plant in the world, naturally possessing the authority of [plants], the incomplete [nature]. But that alone was not enough to free Moanda from this entrapnt.
Because the most important thing was how to contain her new 'main body'. There weren't many things in this world that could allow the Golden Apple Tree to move without harming its Vital Essence. Fortunately, the Seed of All Things did not co to this world alone.
"Life Vase, now that the Golden Apple Tree has gained consciousness, it is ti for you to return to your true master. Gaia, to claim you, obliterated the potential transformation of the Divine Tree, but now, I am your rightful owner."
With a slight tremor of her consciousness, Moanda silently sensed the location of the Divine Artifact. It shouldn't be far, placed in the Oracle of Delphi instead of Mother Earth to receive offerings, just so long as she—
"Hm?"
Startled, Moanda sensed that the Life Vase had not disappeared. However, at this mont, the reborn nymph suddenly discovered that the artifact did not seem to be in the Oracle.
Within the Temple of Delphi, Moanda only felt the power left there by the gods, but not a hint of the Divine Artifact's essence. And the current location of the Life Vase...
Looking at the empty space before her, and guided by a subtle connection, Moanda suddenly realized that the artifact symbolizing 'Life' seed to be right before her eyes.
"Have you sensed it already? Well, it is true that you now have more rights than Gaia to wield it. Hehe, and to think, I rely ca to 'borrow' Gaia's artifact, and I ended up witnessing this. This is truly beyond my expectations."
With a faint laugh, the initial disguise dispersed, and Moanda finally 'saw' the figure in front of her and the erald vase in his hands. Or to be more precise, the figure had never concealed himself; he rely stood there, allowing all things in the world to overlook his presence.
Perhaps cautious of Gaia's remaining power, the figure simply stood there quietly. He did not approach further, instead, looked with interest at the grandeur of the Golden Apple Tree before him, given the day's events, it was an eye-opening experience for him.
"Now, tell , what were your plans after leaving here?"
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