Lira turned her gaze to the horizon, where the moonlight bathed the Grove in silver and gold. Flocks of Fénix shimmered in the trees, bees danced between glowing petals, and even the tiniest Chiomunks scampered along branches, carrying seeds in precise patterns. She could feel the pulse of life, the connectedness of all that had been gathered—and the promise of the missions to come.
She smiled faintly. "Then we keep observing. We keep nurturing. We keep filling the gaps."
"Good," the Giant Tree rumbled. "And remember, Lira, the Grove will teach you as much as you teach it. Patience, awareness, and understanding are as vital as courage and action. Every mission strengthens not only the Grove, but your connection to it—and through you, the balance spreads farther than these borders."
Serelyth stretched her wings, letting a soft glow of elemental heat wash over the nearby flowers. "I'm ready, Lira. Whatever the Giant Tree asks next, we'll face it together."
