This mysterious seed attracted his attention, as this should be the award for facing those grey flame lotuses. The seed should be quite special, as it seems to be protected by the lotuses and seems to have a very mysterious aura in it.
It hovered silently, pulsing gently with a rhythm that felt almost like a heartbeat. The oppressive aura of despair and death was gone, replaced by a strange, mysterious tranquillity that enveloped the space.
He extended his hand, hesitating for a moment as he studied the seed's mysterious surface. Its shell shimmered faintly with an iridescent sheen, shifting between hues of grey and black. Strange patterns adorned its surface, resembling ancient runes, but their meanings were unknown to him.
