As dusk fell over the small town, Martin returned to his mother's house, Sky walking obediently by his side. The day had been fruitful; not only had he collected several aged plants, but he had also gained the trust of many of the town's elders.
His plan to exchange help for these life-force-rich plants had worked well, and he now had several samples to study in depth.
Entering the house, Martin greeted Alyssa, who was already preparing dinner. The warm scent of home-cooked food filled the kitchen, but Martin's mind was elsewhere.
After a brief meal with his mother, he excused himself, retreating to the small study room where his accumulated samples were stored.
Martin lit a single lamp, casting a dim glow over the table as he laid out the plant roots, herbs, and bark he had collected. The air was thick with the earthy smell of old wood and soil, but beneath it all, Martin could sense the faint pulse of life-force, quiet but undeniable.
