The cursed land drank it like it had been waiting a millennium.
"Ladies and gentlemen," I whispered theatrically, "you are witnessing history. Your cursed little village… is alive again."
Henry fainted quietly behind me, and Coffi nearly toppled over while muttering, "Lady Seraphine, must you always be so extra?"
Chubby puffed his chest and glared at me. "Extra is your nature. Embrace it. Embrace your chaos!"
I grinned, letting the Qi flow further, sweeping through every tree, every patch of grass, over every hut and broken fence. Slowly, slowly, life returned. Flowers peeked through dirt, green shoots sprouted everywhere, and even the air smelled sweeter—fresh and alive, not dusty and rotting.
By the time I finally opened my eyes fully, exhausted but triumphant, the village was unrecognizable. Though it was not instant, the change was visible, slowly but surely. From a dead, hopeless patch of earth, it had become a lush, breathing miniature forest.
