The path leading to the Emberfruit Grove twisted through jagged cliffs and scorched earth. The air shimmered with heat, and a faint, sweet aroma hinted at the prize awaiting them: Emberfruit—glowing, fiery fruits said to enhance magic and vitality in both plants and creatures.
"This place feels… alive," Renkai murmured, wiping sweat from his brow. "Like it knows we're coming."
"Indeed," Lira replied, her eyes scanning the grove ahead. "The Giant Tree said this is a test. The fruit is protected for a reason."
Serelyth's wings flickered, letting off small sparks of light. "And those protectors are not trivial. Wolves guard the Emberfruit, but not ordinary wolves. They are magical, attuned to the grove itself. Intruders beware."
Thalanir adjusted the straps of his satchel, his eyes narrowing. "Well… I guess we'll have to be clever. Stealth and speed, then."
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