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    The banquet was surprisingly energetic. Most of the ones I’d been to were somber, formal affairs, but the Dryads were incredibly lively. Dancing, singing, party games. Rather than champagne or wine they served chilled fruit smoothies (though some of the fruits were intoxicating, I avoided those) and everyone was laughing and having a good time.


    The group of Dryads who had been looking for me (most of whom had just been hoping I could help them like I helped Daysia, despite my insistence that SHE had helped ME) had all been scared off by Tasha and Alyssa, so we were free to approach the elders and some of the stronger Dryads in peace.


    Speaking of Alyssa, Tasha’s daughter had bonded with a powerful metal and electric attribute tree called a “Gold Leafed Thunder Spirit Tree”, and was glowing literally as well as figuratively. The latter glow was mostly because of her date, a smug looking Jessie, who had finally gotten the courage to ask the girl out. I was happy for her, both because I knew that her relationship with Maria was over because of the strain of distance, and because Alyssa seemed like a good match for her.


    Daysia, meanwhile, had dragged a very similar looking Dryad woman and a tall Dryad man with lavender hair over to us. “Mom, dad, this is Solomon, he helped me so MUCH. I don’t think I could have ever found my tree without him. Solomon, this is my mother Heather and my father Connifar.”


    It was clear she was trying to pitch me some helpers, and B-ranked Dryads would definitely be helpful. I smiled at the couple from behind my mask. “Nice to meet you. Are…am I allowed to ask what your tree is? Or is that impolite, I don’t know the etiquette.”


    Heather laughed cheerfully. “Perfectly fine, dear. Con is bonded to a Dreamcatcher Oak, and my partner is a Sunshine Maple. Daysia got her attribute alignment from me, I think. Though clearly she’s much more compatible with her tree than I was, and already C-rank. It took us both centuries to reach B-rank. I can’t thank you enough for giving her this opportunity.”


    “Is it really that important to have a higher rank tree?” I asked. “I mean I get that it makes ranking up easier, but…”


    Connifar shook his head. “You don’t understand. The rank up prerequisite is the biggest roadblock to Dryad advancement. Our growth is steady and our foundations are much more solid than normal Ascendants, but the price for our power is slower advancement. Trees are long lived beings, and they grow slowly. There are substances to increase that growth speed, but they’re rare and difficult to get in large quantities.”


    “No to mention the headstart,” added Heather. “With her tree already at C-rank, Daysia can continue to help it grow to the edge of B, preparing herself to help it break through again once she ranks up to C herself. Her Dawntreader Elm is near the peak of C-rank as well. Rather than just being a rank ahead, it’s closer to two. As long as she doesn’t rush herself too much, she’ll have no barriers up to B-rank. Especially not with her tree’s Path to use as a model for her own advancement. You’ve completely changed her future.”


    “She helped me more than I helped her,” I said firmly. “The new staff she helped me get, the one she helped shape. Well, my Ten Demons Tree wouldn’t exist without her.” I called the staff out, enjoying the sensation of it smacking into my palm as it appeared in my hands.


    Connifar whistled. “That’s a beautiful weapon. Lady Tasha’s work, I assume? Her Bulwark Bonsai has always had a strong affinity for Sapsteel. There are many trees that can condense it, but hers is the highest quality. May I?” I nodded, passing him the staff. I could recall it into my soul at a moment’s notice so it wasn’t like he could steal it.


    He passed it between his hands, stepping back as he whirled the weapon around himself in a complicated flowing pattern. “A regal piece,” he said with a solemn nod, handing it back.


    “Oh stop being such a stick in the mud,” laughed Heather. “My husband can be a bit somber. We just wanted to thank you, and possibly discuss joining your retinue.”


    I nodded enthusiastically. “I’d love to talk about that. Though I was curious, how would you all come with us? Don’t you need to be like…with your trees? I’m not sure what the limitations are on that.”


    “There aren’t many,” she assured me with a warm smile. “The bond between a Dryad and their lifebound tree is a soul connection. I’m told you and your wife have a similar bond, do you have any issues being separated?”


    That made a lot of sense. I’d been subconsciously leaning on old Dryad stories for my information. “So, you two want to join my retinue? You realize the succession war is going to be rough. We’re allowed ten B-rankers and five A-rankers, so you’ll be up against pretty steep odds. I don’t even know how many relatives will be IN this competition. I’m guessing probably not just a few.”


    Which actually explained why the limitations on A and B-rank forces were in place too. I knew there were a hundred S-rankers in the universe, give or take (not counting the ones brought over by the vanished gods), but how many A-rankers were there? Ten times that number? A hundred times? Even if it was a hundred times, that was only ten thousand Ascendants. Letting any competitor field more than five risked taking a large bite out of the top ranked forces if anything happened.


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    If there were two hundred contestants that was a full TENTH of the A-rank forces in the universe. Granted my numbers could easily be off, but I was still sure that resource scarcity was part of the motivation for the throttling of high ranking forces, at least as much as “fairness”, a concept the WCP rarely had any use for.


    “So…what do you guys DO?” I asked slowly. “I don’t know how the variants of Dryads actually work. Just that bonding to a tree makes you different.”


    Connifar shrugged. “It’s mostly Path harmonization. Makes techniques easier. We get a sort of base power with the racial trait that works like a Job. Becomes a main Skill. The real benefit is being able to mobilize soul power across the bond. It’s like having two souls, though plants can’t break their shackles.”


    Even with a lower level soul, having a secondary source of soul strength was pretty useful. I could see why Dryads considered themselves so powerful at the same rank, even if it was harder to advance.


    Heather cut in. “At least for us personally, I have a lot of fire and light techniques, and Connifar can use a mental attribute that’s incredibly difficult to defend against. He calls it Dreamshadow, and it’s sort of a silvery mist that fogs the mind. We’re considered two of the more effective B-rankers in the Temple, though admittedly not the top.”


    “That’s Salvang,” Connifar grimaced. “Strong man, but not the most humble, and not so easy to get on with.”


    His wife smirked. “Salvang had a bit of an infatuation with me when we were younger. He used to ply me with gifts. Admittedly, he’s also a bit of an ass, but Con is a bit sensitive when his combat prowess is brought up.”


    “He bound a C-rank tree in his ceremony,” sniffed Connifar. “It’s just a brief advantage. Another thousand years or so and I’ll catch up. Regardless, Salvang is in line for an elder position when he hits A-rank. He wouldn’t leave the Temple. We, however, would be happy to be two of your B-rank warriors. If you would have us.”


    I nodded enthusiastically. “Hell yes, even just Tree Singing would be a huge boon for us. We have no idea what the succession war actually entails, so versatility is key.”


    In fact, I was on the fence about trying to get an A-rank Dryad, but with only five, I had to be sparing with my invitations. Mom, Zeke, possibly dad. Maybe Killian? And potentially an A-ranked Vampire if Bethy could swing it. Having seen how terrifying my friend was going all out, having someone of that level on my team would be a hell of a comfort.


    Most of my picks were more recent A-rankers, but at the A-rank Path mattered more than stats. Mom, dad, Zeke, they all had absurdly powerful abilities for their level, with my dad crushing another A-ranker who had beaten Zeke down and Zeke himself destroying an A-ranker at B-rank, bridging a MONUMENTAL Impact gap. My mom had two abilities, which meant theoretically she should have two Solid Paths (even if I wouldn’t be able to take that Path due to how overcomplicated and time consuming creating my Domain had become) and could honestly be even scarier than the other two for all I knew.


    Whoever my last one or two A-rankers were would need to be elites, and while Tasha seemed nice, I didn''t think she was in their weight class.


    After confirming Heather and Connifar for two of my B-ranked slots and adding Daysia to the retinue, I decided that my high rank Dryad quota had been filled. Whereas before it seemed like a chore to fill all those spots I had available now it suddenly felt like there weren’t nearly enough of them.


    Still, with two B-rankers down, I still had plenty of C-ranked slots. Alyssa, being Tasha’s daughter, was able to introduce us to the most promising C-rank candidates. There were a surprising amount of them, but sadly most of them weren’t willing to come along. I had my pick of about fifteen C-rank Dryads who had been enticed by the promise of power and adventure. I picked five of them.


    A tall, teak skinned man with bright purple named Eldrys, a shorter girl with red leafy hair and blue eyes named Naria, a pair of twins named Zelden and Rayda (both pale with green hair and eyes, though Rayda, the sister, had longer hair), and a short, barrel chested man with green skin and a green leafy beard named Kelgan.


    The others either didn’t want to go despite saying they did or were annoyingly cocky. Given we were meeting back up with Abel I didn’t have room in my life for that nonsense.


    Once we finished up, I went to find my grandfather. He was outside standing on a branch walkway out of the large tree building, staring down into the darkness. “Hey old man,” I said casually. “What are you doing out here? Want me to leaf you alone?”


    He rolled his eyes. “That was terrible. And no, it’s fine. Just thinking. Not that long ago, at least as I measure it, I was here with Tasha, ready to go on an adventure. The seed journey is the next step in the Temple journey, undertaken by new B-rankers. That’s when they’re considered strong enough to venture out on their own.”


    “She said it was her fault,” I said matter of factly. “Everything with Black Sorrow.”


    He rolled his eyes. “Despite what my wife would have you believe, her mother is more than capable of causing problems without provocation. Celia loves her mother, and she makes excuses. Not to mention she’s a god. It’s hard to hold grudges against a force of nature. Of course, that’s recursion talking. But it doesn’t change how we feel.”


    “Wait…what?” I said with a blink. “What do you mean?”


    He laughed. “Gods are beings beyond human understanding, beyond petty mortal concerns, revered and lionized, they’re above reproach. Or at least, that’s what they tell us. It’s part of their marketing. Kind of like how being an Ascendant makes it easier to do brave or stupid things because we all associate Ascendants with those kinds of actions.”


    I frowned for a second, then started laughing. Well that certainly explained a few things. “Well, I can’t wait to be a god myself then. All I have to do is become the Wishmaster. Guess we ought to get going to our next stop then, huh? I have an army to recruit.” The affairs of gods were out of my hands, I could only worry about my own coming troubles. Worry or not though, I would damn sure be prepared.