There is a moment before every big choice.

　　It can be a second, or even a fraction of a second.

　　That tiny amount of time, where, one usually asks themselves&

　　Is it worth it?

　　Will I gain?

　　What will I lose?

　　How can I minimize loss?

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　　Eventually I decided, I didn`t really need to save the entire planet.

　　Just, most of the people on it.

　　Except the elves.

　　Anti-Elven Tree, that`s me.

　　To that end I had to spend power.

　　Thankfully, I had recently had a very delicious, and very filling meal.

　　Reaching out with my power I focused on the rings spread by the Cult of Wood.

　　I spread my power out, further and further, spinning it like a spider spins silk until the entire planet was covered in the web.

　　Taking a deep breath of Chaos, I pulled everyone I could reach into all my remaining leaves.

　　Half-elves, beastkin, naga, humans, dwarves, the list reads like something from a fairytale bestiary.

　　Thirty-three percent of my total power, vaporized in a single move.

　　I felt a small burn, like the first time I started on the path of Flame.

　　S`ok.

　　I got this.

　　I`m not a wimpy Tree.

　　Next, I spread my power out again. Without any living creatures to stop me, the clash of energies didn`t exist.

　　Time`s Shadow spread across the dying planet`s shell.

　　Reaching out I teleported everyone into the space above the planet. I kept us inside a decent sized bubble of livable space` to prevent mishaps. The same shielding that kept the air in, and recycling, also prevented heat, cold, or nasty radiation stuff.

　　Slowly, ever so slowly, the planet`s shell started to melt.

　　That`s right.

　　I`m not a planet saving tree.

　　However, I always wanted to forge something bigger than rings&