Adamanltheia's eyes flickered with recognition as she examined Apollo and Artemis. "Children of Zeus," she murmured, to which Lucifer nodded solemnly.
The nymph's gaze softened slightly, a mix of curiosity and respect evident in her eyes. She then turned and motioned for them to follow her. "Come with me," she said, leading them deeper into the forest.
The pathway twisted and turned, leading them through dense foliage and over sparkling streams. The air grew cooler, more charged with magic as they approached their destination. Eventually, they reached a secluded grove, bathed in dappled sunlight and surrounded by ancient trees. At the center stood a magnificent tree, its trunk thick and gnarled with age, its branches heavy with glowing, golden fruits.
"This tree," Adamanltheia explained, "was planted many years ago, its fruits imbued with ancient, potent magic. Only a select few are permitted to enter this sacred place."
