A loud resounding crack nearly exploded from atop the mountain that he was sitting on, now having completely absorbed the crystal. He smiled as he felt his power return to him, but something still seemed wrong. The arctic wolf turned around, but his jaw opened in disbelief and horror at what had just happened. The tree that had once held him had broken down the middle and split into two! As he realized what this meant for him, he came to the conclusion that this tree was the source of his power, and after all this time of tapping into this being's magic, he had drained it one last time from absorbing everything around him... His ears went down as he fell to his knees in front of the tree, clenching his eyes tight as to not let out a tear. He was now living on borrowed time, and had to find another tree soon, or he wouldn't be able to survive for much longer... Now, every time he had to heal someone, the wound would appear on his own body, and his crystals were limited. He could make them, but it would only be best used sparingly, if at all. His mind raced as he thought what limited power would mean... Healing... Crystals... What about his wings? He couldn't imagine what it would be like to have them if they were to fade away...
He opened his eyes, looking down at the ground before him, slowly lifting his eyes to look at the tree, or what was left of it. He spotted a familiar form in the base of the trunk, which was now split in two down to the roots. He crawled forward, still mourning for the loss of something that was more close to him than life itself. His mouth opened again in astonishment as he came across his old long sword, still in the perfect, gleaming condition that it was when he first came up the mountain to claim this tree. He reached forward, and gripped his sword at the hilt, lifting it into the air above him, the gem in the middle gleaming softly in the rising sun. "Hello, old friend..." He said softly. "At least I'll always have you by my side to-" He started to say, but he felt a growing rumbling down below his footpaws. "That... can't be good..."