Renkai looked up at the massive tree, his golden eyes reflecting the soft blue shimmer still lingering in the air where the mirror had swallowed Lira.
"You sent her far this time," he said, his tail flicking with concern.
The giant tree spirit rustled its canopy, its deep voice rolling through the grove like distant thunder.
"Far, yes. But not beyond her reach. She goes where the Moonvine still breathes— an age before the roots of time tangled. Only she can bring it back."
Thalanir frowned, brushing a leaf from his shoulder.
"An extinct plant? Even for her, that seems impossible."
The ancient tree chuckled softly, bark creaking with amusement.
"You doubt too easily, forest guardian. She has walked among lifetimes and made peace with her shadows. The Moonvine will answer her call."
Serelyth landed lightly from her perch, folding her wings back into her humanoid form. Her silver hair shimmered with dewlight as she gazed at the now-still mirror.
