In Lassim's quarters, he sat cross-legged on the freshly revived earthen floor. Exhaustion weighed on his limbs, a testament to the day's relentless efforts, but there was a contentment in his heart that hadn't been there before.
Settling into a meditative stance, he closed his eyes, focusing on the steady rhythm of his breathing, feeling the enriched mana swirl within him.
As he delved deeper into meditation, a familiar stirring in his inner heart world pulled at his senses.
Mari and Zaphy, long dormant due to the previous mana deficiencies, began to slowly awaken, their essences nourished by the influx of pure mana that Lassim had funneled into their shared spiritual sanctuary in the inner heart world.
"[Lassim, are we... are we home?]" Mari's voice, weak but imbued with warmth, echoed softly in his mind.
