Deep within the Sacred Forest, the golden green pillar of light that had pierced through the night sky had gradually faded, but the changes that had truly taken place throughout the forest were far from over.
Sophie remained standing where she was. She did not move, and she had not yet fully regained consciousness. Golden green light flowed through the depths of her pupils, and with her as the center, every plant within several hundred meters remained in an unusually strange state.
Whether it was the low grass and shrubs or the towering ancient trees that had grown for hundreds of years, all of them were now slightly leaning toward her, as though expressing the most instinctive intimacy toward an existence that had at last returned after a long absence.
