First, let`s see how I`ve shaped up so far.

　　Status: Check

　　Status

　　Name: Mana Tree

　　Stage: Seedling

　　Title: Seedling of Destruction, Dragonbane, Insectbane, Soul Extinguisher

　　Age: First Cycle

　　Health: 23,000/23,000

　　Mana: 23,000/23,000

　　Level: 5

　　Skills: White Flame Resistance(MAX)

　　Mana Sight

　　Mana Augmentation

　　Talents: Hungry Growth(+3)

　　White Mana Domain

　　Languages: Aboreal

　　Beast Tongue(Royal)(Common)

　　Abilities: Inherent Mana Manipulation

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　　Minion: Lighting Elemental(Statis Growth)

　　Contracts: Future Greatest Dryad Under the Heavens

　　Good, good. Progress has been made.

　　The banter flowing back and forth between Tevril+Papa and the Human/Elf alliance is slowly winding down.

　　"Daring to block this Fox Lord`s path, the insects have certainly grown bolder with numbers."

　　"Numbers don`t mean much Papa when there`s no air in your lungs to speak it right?"

　　Excellent, and here I was mildly worried there might actually be some type of alliance in place with my allies.

　　Typical snobish elves and humans. I can depend on them for that at least.

　　-10,000 Mana. White Mana Domain activated, Fire based spells within 20 meters cost 0 Mana.

　　I won`t kill all the elves, I mean, that nice one(s) that didn`t murder me as a young seedling are among the group.

　　The elder that helped me has made contact and talked to a few of the others, it seems they are a minority.

　　Ok, I won`t kill those ones.

　　The rest of these people&

　　They are going back to feed Nature, now.

　　"Do you truly think you can stand against everyone arrayed here, Lord Azvril?" said the one I now name Snobby Soon Dead Elf A.

　　"In a word? Yes." Azvril said, with a wicked smirk on his face.

　　Oh, he`s nasty. He can clearly tell I have my Domain active since he felt it once in the Dungeon already when I tried to kill him in self-defense.

　　The elves and humans however, they just don`t have the same crisis perception he has.

　　Too bad for them.

　　Fire is my Domain.

　　Flame my Calling.

　　Blood Burn.

　　Adar!

　　0 Mana. Minor Sun Orbs casted. Chain cast activated. Chain cast activated. Chain cast...

　　I often thought in the Dungeon, how could I counter a crowd of powerful enemies?

　　My solution is very simple.

　　Powered by the realization of my true name for Fire, I simply create.

　　Suns.

　　They are the size of a quarter, tiny miniature, a bit cute.

　　Countless.

　　Burning.

　　Blazing.

　　Suns.

　　My exile into the Dungeon taught me the value of friendship.

　　At the cost of my care for mercy to enemies.

　　Let the screaming dance of burning torches begin.