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Chapter 365: Essence of the Golden Flame
Adam’s head snapped up, a flush creeping up his neck. "I—I mean, they’re impressive. But I can’t just take these. They’re clearly valuable."The Elder’s smile widened. "They are valuable. But they are also yours. We have kept them for generations, waiting for someone worthy to receive them. You have proven yourself to be that someone."
Adam’s jaw worked, his gaze still fixed on the three items. Then, slowly, he let out a long, slow breath.
"...Alright. I’ll accept them."
Adam accepted the gifts carefully, his fingers brushing against the smooth surface of the Fruit of the World Tree. He turned it over in his palm, feeling the faint pulse of energy beneath its skin. His voice carried a note of genuine curiosity.
"This fruit... it’s from the World Tree, isn’t it?"
The Elder’s weathered fingers tightened around his staff. His yellow eyes flickered, a shadow of something old and guarded passing through them. He opened his mouth to respond, but one of the other elders, a stern-faced woman with silver-streaked hair, raised a hand to stop him.
"Elder—" she began.
Another elder, a younger man with sharp, knowing eyes, cut in. His voice was calm but carried a note of quiet reassurance. "It’s fine. He has proven himself trustworthy. He has earned the right to know."
The Elder let out a slow breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly. He met Adam’s gaze, his voice carrying the weight of centuries.
"The World Tree was once our home. Before the conflict that drove us into the depths of the earth, our ancestors lived beneath its branches. We were not always separated from the Forest Elves—we were one people, once. We shared the same lands, the same traditions, the same reverence for the tree that gave us life."
Adam’s brow furrowed. "What happened?"
The Elder’s gaze grew distant. "The fracture began slowly. A disagreement over how to honor the tree. Then over how to use its gifts. Then over who had the right to claim its blessings. The schism grew deeper with each passing generation, until it became a wound that could not be healed."
He paused, his voice dropping lower. "The Forest Elves believe our ancestors abandoned the sacred duty. They believe we turned our backs on the tree and its teachings. But the truth is more complicated. Our people did not abandon the World Tree—they were driven from it. Our presence was seen as a threat, a corruption of what the tree was meant to be. So we fled. We took what we could carry and descended into the darkness, hoping to find a place where we could rebuild."
Adam’s voice was quiet, his gaze steady. "And the fruit? You said you still have them."
The Elder nodded slowly. "Our people carried seeds with them. They have been preserved through the generations—a reminder of what we lost, and a hope of what we might one day reclaim. The fruit we are giving you comes from one of those seeds, nurtured in the depths of our sanctuary."
Adam’s eyes widened slightly. "You have a World Tree growing down here?"
The Elder’s lips curved into a faint, enigmatic smile. "Not a full tree. A sapling. It has taken centuries to grow, fed by the same earth and water that sustained our ancestors. It is not as powerful as the original, but it still carries the echo of the World Tree’s blessing. And it produces fruit—rarely, but enough to remind us of what we once had."
Adam was silent for a long moment, his gaze dropping to the fruit in his hand. Then he looked up, his voice carrying a new weight.
"I have business with the World Tree too. There are things I need to understand—about myself, about the powers I carry, about the world I’ve found myself in."
The Elder’s eyes sharpened, a flicker of something ancient and knowing passing through them. "The World Tree holds many secrets, Adam. Some are meant to be discovered. Others are meant to remain buried. What do you hope to find?"
Adam’s gaze was steady. "I don’t know yet. But I’ll know when I find it."
The Elder studied him for a long moment, then nodded slowly. "When we return to the surface, we will seek to mend what was broken. We will approach the Forest Elves, not as enemies, but as kin—as a lost branch of a tree that was once whole. If we succeed, perhaps we will also be able to help you find what you seek."
Adam’s lips curved into a faint, genuine smile. "Thank you."
He paused, looking down at the fruit in his hand. His voice carried a note of genuine curiosity. "But why give me this? You said it’s rare. You’ve been preserving it for generations. Why part with it now?"
The elders exchanged glances. A ripple of silent communication passed between them—subtle gestures, slight shifts in posture. Then the Elder spoke, his voice calm and steady.
"Because we are no longer the people we once were. The fruit is a reminder of our past, yes. But it is also a seed for our future. If we hold onto it too tightly, we risk letting it wither in our hands. It is meant to be shared—to nourish new life, new growth." His eyes met Adam’s. "We believe you are part of that growth. That is why we give it to you."
Adam’s brow furrowed. "But you could have eaten it yourselves. Why give it to me?"
The Elder’s lips curved into a faint, almost wistful smile. "Because we have already lived long lives, Adam. The fruit would extend our lives, yes—but it would only prolong what we already have. You, on the other hand, have a future stretching before you. Your path is still being written. We believe the fruit will serve you better than it could serve us."
Adam was silent for a moment, processing. Then a slow, wry smile spread across his face.
"I suppose a few extra centuries of life wouldn’t mean much when you’ve already lived for thousands of years."
The elder’s smile deepened. "Exactly. We have learned to accept the passage of time. It is the young who need to build their strength."
Adam chuckled softly, shaking his head. "That’s... actually a good point."
He tucked the fruit into the Pouch of the Hoarding Gnome, his gaze lingering on the other two items. The Core of the White Phantom Tiger hummed faintly against his fingers as he placed it beside the fruit.
He turned his attention to the vial of Golden Flame Essence, its warm glow casting soft shadows across his face. A thought struck him, and he looked back at the Elder.
"Wait—what’s the Essence for? I’m not a blacksmith or an alchemist. I wouldn’t even know how to use it properly."
The silver-streaked elder woman spoke up, her voice carrying a note of quiet amusement. "The Essence is not just for forging weapons, Adam. It can be consumed directly—though it may be... intense. It would grant you the Golden Ember ability permanently, as well as the fire resistance. But it is also a catalyst. If you ever find a weapon worthy of its power, the Essence can be used to awaken its true potential."
Adam’s gaze dropped to the vial, watching the golden liquid swirl within. His voice was thoughtful.
"So it’s either a permanent upgrade for me... or a potential upgrade for a weapon."
The Elder nodded slowly. "It is a rare gift—one that can shape the path you choose to walk. We offer it to you freely, to use as you see fit."
Adam closed his fingers around the vial, feeling its warmth seep into his palm. A slow, determined smile spread across his face.
"Then I’ll hold onto it. Until I know exactly what I want to do with it."