Ender of Worlds
"If I had my main body, I could make some preparations to bring to the negotiation table. But, unfortunately, I am only in my soul form. There isn't much I can do in this state," Leon mused.
However, shortly after pondering for a moment, he used his will, and parts of the earth in the core area moved accordingly.
"Seems like I can still manipulate the earth. This should enough to guarantee—or rather, it is the only guarantee I have to get the stone golem interested in me enough to talk," Leon muttered.
He made his way around the World Tree shortly, passing through a few patches of barren ground among what thriving vegetation the place had left.
Leon wondered how the World Tree managed to survive without sunlight for so long before his gaze shifted to glowing magma beyond the barrier that kept the place brightly illuminated.
"Is the World Tree relying on the magma as a substitute for sunlight? This seems to be the only explanation…" Leon assumed.