The Grove was alive with a quiet intensity as Lira surveyed the hundreds of potions she had prepared and poured over days and nights of meticulous work. Each vial, each carefully mixed potion, had contributed to the rising hum of energy that threaded through the roots, streams, and leaves. The Book's glow pulsed faintly, as if approving the completion of its prescribed tasks.
Renkai, Serelyth, and Thalanir stood beside her, exhausted but proud. The glow of the fire-infused plants mingled with the soft radiance of night-blooming flowers, the bees and diggers moving with renewed purpose. The Grove felt fuller, more complete, as if every creature, plant, and root had been awakened to a higher harmony.
