As the afternoon sun filtered through the Giant Tree's silver leaves, its deep, resonant voice filled the grove once more.
"Lira," the spirit intoned, "the surge of new multielement users approaches. Their powers are strong, untrained, and unstable. Many will struggle to control them, and some may harm themselves or others."
Lira nodded, attentive.
"Your mission," the Giant Tree continued, "is to create a stabilizing potion. Gentle, yet effective — something that will guide their energies without suppressing them. You will need to prepare more than one hundred of these potions. Each must be precise, balanced, and imbued with care. Only then can you ensure the surge does not unravel the Academy's safety."
Lira's hands tightened slightly around a bundle of freshly picked herbs. She looked around the grove, at the glowing plants and thriving herbs she had nurtured.
"I understand," she said firmly. "I will make them."
