Opening her eyes, Tilan gracefully leapt up, landing on a branch of the tree trunk to reach the hollow area at the tree's canopy, from where she could overlook the entire estate with a clear view.
Like walking on a balance beam, she weaved through the branches of the trees, playing for a while, then sat on a horizontal branch, taking out the bamboo flute once more, and gently blowed into it by her lips.
Unlike before, when she was completely immersed, this time she spared a little attention to observe the changes as she performed.
Sure enough, not long after, a gentle breeze swept through the estate, particularly the great tree below her, as if undergoing some magical mutation, gradually absorbed and gathered the subtle magic power in the wind, transforming into its own strength.
