Lira felt deeply at peace after completing the Elixir of Eternal Calm. The grove was quiet, the giant spirit tree's leaves whispering softly in approval. As she stood beneath its vast canopy, its deep voice resonated through her mind like the echo of ancient roots:
"Child of harmony, your work grows with the rhythm of worlds. Go now — bring those who understand the song of earth. The grove shall thrive through many hands."
She bowed her head. "The gnomes," she murmured, realizing what the spirit meant. Their craftsmanship and care for roots, soil, and growth were unmatched.
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When Lira stepped through the shimmering portal, she was greeted by the familiar scent of moss, minerals, and warm soil. The gnome lands were always bustling — tiny lanterns hung between tree roots, forges hummed beneath the hills, and laughter echoed from mushroom houses.
A cheerful gnome named Tibbin, noticed her first.
