The air shifted. The Treants secretly peeked at the niche as they recieve birds within their branches. This time, they didn't shook off the little animals but stiffly gazed at the place where two elves patiently waited. The wind caressed their serene figures and grass tips playfuly swayed against their ankles. Both of them faced the niche, silenlty listening to the comforting rustle of the wind and the gentle sunlight against their skin.
Everything brimmed with life and vibrancy.
Na'El slowly opened his eyes. His hands, clasped behind his back, slightly loosened. The purifier beside him felt the disturbance of the mana around him as well, and he shifted confusingly.
In the next second, a figure emerged from the interior walls of the niche. He stepped out, gracefully exiting the secret barrier. Na'El and Arcefi sighed in relief and drew towards the silver-eyed maeruthan worriedly.
