Shamrock Peak. Emerald Cove.
The path to the house was lined with smooth white stones and tall grass that swayed softly in the mountain breeze.
Aksai walked in silence, his hands behind his back, his thoughts calm yet distant. The house ahead wasn't large, but it carried a quiet charm.
It had wide eaves, polished wooden beams, and a spacious courtyard that opened to a clear view of the Spirit greenhouse below. Everything about it was simple, yet there was a quiet sense of grace in how it was kept—neither grand nor shabby.
Aksai stopped before the main entrance and looked at the door for a moment. He could sense a weak spiritual fluctuation inside. Taking a slow breath, he infused a trace of Spirit Essence into his voice and spoke softly.
"Jasmine, are you home?"
The house was silent for a few seconds before hurried footsteps echoed from within. The door slid open, revealing Jasmine.
'Hmm? She… she is Jasmine?
