The sun broke through the clouds, casting a soft, golden glow over the landscape. The storm had passed, leaving the world fresh and renewed, as if the earth itself had been cleansed by the deluge. The air was crisp, carrying the scent of wet leaves and fertile soil. It was a morning that promised new beginnings—a moment of tranquility before the next storm.
Elara and her companions emerged from the cave, blinking in the morning light. The tension that had gripped them the night before had eased, but the weight of their mission still lingered in the air. The seed in Elara's hand seemed to hum with energy, as if eager to be set into motion.
Kirin stood at her side, his eyes scanning the horizon. "We should reach the valley by midday if we keep a steady pace," he said, his voice steady with determination. "From there, it's only a short distance to the Great Tree."
