That evening, the grove was quiet. The golden light of the setting sun filtered through the leaves of the giant tree, casting warm, dancing shadows across the new sprouts. Lira set up her table, laying out all the ingredients she had carefully gathered: leaves from the elemental sprouts, petals from the central flower, and other rare herbs she had nurtured from her journeys.
Fluffy curled up nearby, tail flicking lazily as Lira arranged her tools. Serelyth hovered above, wings folded neatly, watching with interest, while Renkai and Thalanir leaned against the giant tree, arms crossed, observing.
Lira opened the scroll the old tree had gifted her and read the recipe carefully. The potion called for a delicate balance: the fire sprout's essence had to be heated gently, the water sprout's energy infused in precise drops, the air sprout stirred in rhythmic motions, and the earth sprout crushed with care to release its grounding energy.
