Father and son rose, their feet lifting from the earth as they harnessed the power humming within them. Both turned back to the tree, offering it one final, lingering glance, a silent promise of the future they were about to build. With a sharp crack, the air rippled and tore apart, and they vanished into the distance.
Their figures vanished from the mountaintop, leaving only a lingering distortion in the air. Viridrigon stood alone, his gaze tracking the two as they dwindled into distant specks against the horizon.
"Isn't it time you made an appearance?" Viridrigon murmured, his voice deeper and serious as he turned his attention toward the tree.
For a heartbeat, there was only the wind. Then, from the shimmering shadow behind the trunk, Siren emerged. She moved with a haunting grace, her fingers tracing the textured bark. She closed her eyes, drawing a deep, shuddering breath, inhaling the intoxicating, otherworldly perfume radiating from the branches.
