As Silas continued to commune with the ancient Tree of Whispers, the golden light that bathed the clearing intensified. The whispers of forgotten spells grew more distinct, echoing through the minds of the group. It was as if the tree itself was weaving a tapestry of knowledge, and they were merely threads within it.
Lyra, standing close to Silas, watched in rapt attention as her companion delved deeper into the tree's memories. She had seen such rituals before, but this one was different. It was as though the very soul of Luminara Haven was reaching out to them.
Moments stretched into what felt like hours, and then Silas began to speak, his voice carrying an otherworldly resonance. "The Tree of Whispers reveals much," he intoned. "It tells of a powerful ally who dwells in the heart of Magica. A guardian of ancient knowledge, untouched by the passage of time."
