The script was extremely compact, each character engraved by the power born from their devotion.
"We have to carve it with our own Magic Power since we don't believe in the Flower Fairy," Jason said.
Everyone had already started. The words, imprinted with Magic Power, clung to the flower seeds, serving as fertilizer without damaging them.
After a while, the melodious music suddenly swelled. Stirring drumbeats began to pound fervently. A wave of floral fragrance wafted in. All other scents were dispelled, leaving only this one aroma.
This scent was so familiar to Alka. He would never forget it. It was the exact fragrance of the Flower Fairy.
With the scent's arrival, everyone looked up towards the distant, gigantic Celestial Flower. All eyes focused on it. The bud of the tightly closed Celestial Flower emitted a gentle light. The petals began to slowly unfold.
The Celestial Flower had bloomed.
The ritual had begun.
