Tavina

A few months ago--

Robin walked alone towards what seemed like the wall that surrounded the world and looked up...

Dark brown trunk, too dark that's almost black extending beyond the horizon, dark red leaves in the shape of skulls covering the sky, and many ropes falling from the top of the tree like those that monkeys hang on to, the difference is that each one of those ropes can be used to measure the dimensions of some small kingdoms, and that oppressive, ugly aura... Even Robin himself felt strangely short of breath as he stood at the foot of that tree

Robin smiled as he looked up, "Tavina, are you going to keep me waiting for long?"

*Krrrr* The clay on the ground began to move and take shape until it finally materialized into the form of Treant, roughly as tall as Robin. "Robin Burton, I see... No, I should now say His Excellency, Robin Burton."