Paloria listened as one of her children cried out in anguish. Losing eggs was common, but an entire clutch was unheard of. She investigated her daughter's distress, and came across something unsettling. Another God's mark was on the clutch. Mutare's mark to be exact. Angered, Paloria called out to every dragon within her realm. They came to her call. She was infuriated. The others continued to tamper with her children. To harm them no less!
Paloria flew to the peak of the Great Mount, home of the Drakes. From there she saw all. Her vision drawn to a point of anger. Groggins' tree sat on a lone island. Her angered furnished itself within her heart once more. She would not let her sibling's treachery go unpunished. Her raging screams echoed across the world. The giants, both high in the air and deep in the ground heard her, and were called by her. They convened around her lands, forming great storms. Then, Paloria took flight. Her target was that tree of Groggins.
All of her children followed her to Hakku's island. All of them laid waste to what was in her path. The giants ripped apart the ground, letting the blood of the world seep out. Her raging flames converged upon that tree, throwing it from the island.
However, the tree wouldn't burn. Infuriated, Paloria ripped the crust of the planet asunder and threw within the pit's great maws the first tree. It refused to burn, but it sunk to the bottom of the sinkhole, resting at the planet's core, and from there its branches grew outward. It burst through the planet's surface across the entirety of the world. Though the tree had not been destroyed as she would have liked, she had changed it. Just as Groggins had changed her children.
Returning to her realm, the giants returning to their own. Paloria settled down, not caring to look back. All that laid there was a smoldering wasteland.