Valkorath Realm, Garland City.
Two weeks had flashed by in the blink of an eye. Compared to the living hell of the Abyss, this place was paradise—idyllic, serene, and teeming with life.
Sunlight pierced the cloud cover, filtering into the garden of mana-infused flora. The light refracted through the dew clinging to the leaves, casting shimmering prisms into the humid air. The breeze carried a whisper, a rhythmic swaying of the atmosphere that felt almost sentient.
Orion, deep in meditation, felt a tug at his consciousness. It was a greeting.
He opened his eyes, his gaze locking onto the Miracle Divine Tree.
It hadn't grown much taller in height, but the canopy had thickened, the foliage dense and lush. More importantly, the aura radiating from it had shifted. It felt ancient now, heavy with the gravity of passing eons, like a biological archive of time itself.
"Not a bad setup you've got here. The air smells like fresh rain and blooming magic."
