The quiet of the Grove did not last long.
The moment the portal snapped shut behind Lira, the Great Tree's bark shimmered faintly, sending soft ripples through the roots and mossy floor. The Grove seemed to call its guardians, and within moments the others arrived.
First came Renkai, stepping lightly across the moss, his expression tight with concern.
Then Serelyth, her eyes scanning Lira quickly, already checking for injuries.
Thalanir followed, slower but steady, his ancient calm settling the air like a quiet wind through leaves.
Fluffy stayed close to Lira's boots, tail wrapped around her ankle protectively.
All eyes turned to her.
"What happened?" Renkai asked, voice low but urgent.
Lira pushed herself upright slightly, brushing moss and stray glowing spores from her robes. She patted her sleeves, her satchel, checking quickly that everything was still there.
Then she exhaled.
"Shadows again."
The words hung heavily in the air.
Serelyth stiffened.
