"It's time," Arborath said simply. "The merge will take place now. Prepare yourself, young Harbinger."
Canna nodded, steeling himself for the process. He had never experienced a domain merge before, especially one filled with life, but he trusted Arborath. The ancient turtle had an air of wisdom about him that reassured Canna, despite the monumental task they were about to undertake.
Taking a deep breath, Arborath began the ritual. From his tiny shell, thick vines began to sprout, glowing with vibrant energy that pulsed like the very heartbeat of nature itself. The vines stretched out, wrapping themselves around the sanctuary, extending their tendrils into the very earth. The air shimmered with magic, growing heavier with each passing moment as a soft hum filled the space. It was as if the world was holding its breath, waiting for the transformation to begin.
