In the heart of summer, in the ring of the seasons, Idan, who had fallen into a deep sleep while nurturing the Seed of the Fire Elemental, was slowly recovering.
No one bothered him during his rest, and although he did not have time to fully recover in such a short time, his health had already improved.
He might have overslept for a little longer if it hadn't been for the sudden surge of fire energy he was transferring to the seed.
"Where am I?"
When Idan opened his eyes, he was confused and did not immediately understand where he was and how he got here.
Remembering what happened at the last moment, he looked at where he had planted the seed earlier. Idan saw a red sprout that wrapped around his index finger and actively absorbed the energy of the fire element.
"Oh," he said curiously, without pulling his finger away.
The sprout was very small, but it clung to his finger so tightly, as if it had its own mind.
