"Ohh..." Roxanne let out a sigh of relief, finally able to breathe normally. Though the mana in the air is still thin compared to what she was used to on the mainland, it felt easier now, lighter somehow.
"So, that's the difference." She continued, her voice filled with awe as she held her wife's hand tightly, their fingers intertwined.
They stood in silence, gazing at the Tree of Life rising before them, something the Kaelindorian people had never needed, never depended on, or never even thought to create for themselves. Kaelindorian was born saturated with mana; life here breathed it, drank it, and grew within it. For them, existence had always been effortless in that regard.
However, for the Aerthysians, this tree represents everything they hold dear. This tree is also one of the reasons the Aerthysians have survived as long as they have. Their ships were not just vessels of wood and sail but living extensions of the Tree of Life that once stood on Aerthysia.
