The night was still, touched only by the faint chiming of luminescent petals brushing against one another. Lira stood beneath the Giant Tree, her hands gently pressed to its moss-covered bark. She felt the old spirit stirring before it spoke—a deep, warm pulse that vibrated through the entire Grove.
"Lira… another gap reveals itself."
The leaves rustled like a slow exhale.
"Your Grove holds creatures of flame, soil, wind, and growth. They thrive. Yet the flow of elemental energy itself remains unbalanced."
Lira frowned softly. "What do you mean?"
A soft glow radiated from the trunk, and images flickered within the bark—Fénix resting after long flights, elemental diggers pausing after shifting earth, night blooms wilting slightly during heavy magic activity.
"All beings here—both plants and animals—draw on elemental currents. But without a source that replenishes the flow, the land will tire."
