A breeze carrying a hint of chill wafted from the depths of the dense forest.
It gently caressed the face, causing a slight shiver of goosebumps.
A faint rotten smell emanated from the thick layers of fallen leaves, where the continuous rain from the past few days had spurred a wondrous transformation at the forest floor.
Fresh sprouts, drawing nutrients from the ground, timidly poked their heads out, swaying gently in the breeze.
Elder Feld, brimming with joy, pointed to a cluster of green in the shrubs and said with anticipation,
"In a month, we will be able to harvest at least three Moonlight Flowers here."
Looking over, the detailed data display confirmed that Elder Feld was not speaking idly; Matthew murmured softly,
"What a pity, our village is without a Druid..."
Leon, marching along, blinked subconsciously, pondered for a moment, but ultimately did not voice his thoughts.
