The path back through the mist seemed shorter, almost welcoming, as if the forest recognized her growth. Every step hummed with the pulse of the vials she carried — the water from the Pool of Balance flowing through her veins like quiet light.
Ahead, the guardian griffin waited, perched on a low boulder near the edge of the bluish vines. Its golden eyes tracked her approach, and the faint crown of light shimmered brighter as she drew near.
"You carry the essence," it said, its voice resonating both in the air and directly in her mind. "Good. The Moonvine will awaken only when its roots feel the pulse of harmony. Follow me."
Lira nodded, tucking the vials safely into her space bag, and fell into step behind the griffin. It led her through twisting paths of moss and ancient roots, the bluish vines thickening, curling as if alive, shifting slightly as they sensed her approach.
