After a few weeks had passed, the group had noticeably strengthened their mystic synergy. The harmonious blend of their powers had evolved into a complex symphony. Luke's strategic mind orchestrated the movements seamlessly with Eve's ethereal ballet, while Scion's solar bursts harmonized with Michelle's mystic energy manipulation.
"Look at us! We're like a well-oiled mystic machine," Scion grinned, his muscles flexing as if to underscore his point.
Eve chuckled, "Well, let's hope we're not just a machine. I'd like to think there's some soul in this operation."
Luke, ever the stoic one, nodded in agreement. "The efficiency has improved, and our individual skills are meshing well. It's progress."
Their makeshift traps had proven effective, capturing a few mystic plant beasts that dared venture too close to their camp. However, the taste of these creatures left much to be desired, prompting Scion to label them as "the worst mystic BBQ ever."
