Standing in the heart of the storm, Jett's mana flooded every cell of his body in a torrent of lightning, the air crackling with electric energy and carrying the scent of ozone, igniting boundless potential. His mana now had purpose, and he felt more significant than ever.
Silently, as the storm subsided and stillness returned to the storage chamber, Jett glanced over his shoulder at Mia. His intense stare froze her in place—she couldn't blink or tear her gaze from his deep, black eyes. Though his appearance remained unchanged—an average-looking human crowned by short black hair—his gaze now brimmed with budding confidence.
"I wanna see your gifts, Mia," Jett said.
His voice rumbled deeper, though Mia wondered if it was her imagination or her master's rising testosterone. She stepped forward, attending to him with obedient grace.
"Congratulations on obtaining your new power, Master Jett," Mia said, bowing low until her breasts threatened to burst free of her bodice.. "I'm certain you'll wield it with flawless authority, worthy of the Ruler."
Jett smiled. "It's like a whole world just opened up to me. I love this as much as I love having you, and I'll hold onto both."
"I'm honored, Master Jett," Mia whispered, pressing her palms together and gazing at him with devoted warmth.
She led him to the shelf of gifts, where flowers, seeds, and elven trinkets lined the shelf. Up close, he noticed their disparity: some looked rich and exotic, others plain and unassuming. Most people would overlook the modest items, but he sensed a unique purpose in each.
One seed in the center caught his eye: it was encased in a glass frame with green metal filigree, resembling a walnut carved from ancient black wood, its surface etched with intricate runes.
"Master Jett has a keen eye," Mia said softly. "This is the World Tree's seed. Legend says the World Tree was the first born in Fayralia, and some elves—without proof—claim the first Chronicler was of elven blood because of its age. What we know beyond doubt is that the World Tree itself chose elves as its protectors."
"That sounds incredible. Could we grow another World Tree?" Jett asked.
Mia smiled faintly. "Not exactly. Only one World Tree may stand proudly in the world. My people, however, keep these seeds in reserve should the World Tree perish. For their bearer, they refine one's mana, grant profound affinity with nature, and serve as a secondary reservoir—doubling one's stores."
Mia curtsied, the warmth draining from her cheeks. "It would be the greatest honor for the World Tree, the elven race, and my family if Master Jett consumed this seed and stabilized his power through its grace."
Her formality felt stiff, unlike her usual composed self.
Jett chuckled. "Are we getting into politics?"
Mia blinked before easing into her soft smile. "Royal elven blood flows through my veins, but I've never loved that life. When kingdoms, clans, and races competed to serve the next Warden Master, I seized my chance. I wouldn't be here without my family's support."
I smelled politics, but I nailed it.
"You've done your part; now you're with me, and your presence connects me to the elves more than any gift," Jett said. "Tell me—should I consume the World Tree's seed? Will it help me on my path as Warden?"
"Yes! Yes! Yes, Master Jett!" Mia exclaimed, nearly pouncing on him as her breasts strained against her bodice.
So energetic, cute, and sexy!
Mia gushed, "World Tree seeds are so rare that only the finest elves receive them. In all of elven history, only three seeds have ever been given to other races. The seed seamlessly merges with one's mana and doubles it, regenerating mana for its wearer while refilling its own store. Beyond affinity, the chances of gaining a new skill are high—especially for Master Jett!"
Mia placed a hand over her heart, drawing a deep breath. "Consuming this seed would bind you to elves in ways both subtle and profound."
Jett met her earnest gaze.
"This seed was given to me so I could trust you with my counsel. I won't let anyone exploit that—I accept it."
Mia's smile brightened.
"Master Jett has yet to bathe," she said, tilting her head invitingly. "Your damp clothes must chafe by now. We could bathe together—and you could consume the seed in the warm water."
"You don't need to convince me," Jett replied with a grin.
Mia laughed softly, her laugh a light, musical trill. "Hehe."
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