There are mysterious forces stirring in this realm of magic and stats. A new dungeon of immense strength has thrown the world into disarray, fleeing refugees and opportunistic empires causing chaos the likes of which have not been seen in centuries.

Of course, none of this matters to our MC. Why would it? After all, they're just a tree.

I'm making this fiction mainly to practice my writing so any advice is welcome. It's set in a world I've been workshopping for awhile. Anything you particularly like or dislike? Let me know! Just don't be too harsh, I'm trying my best.

[participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]