The cavern was silent save for the faint, ethereal hum of the young World Tree.
Rokar knelt, his expression was stern. In his large, scaled hand, he held Zura's hand, pressing her fingers against a single, glowing leaf of the sapling.
The light from the leaf intensified, pulsing in time with a heartbeat only it could feel. It grew from a soft glow to an intense, while others cover their eyes, blinding brilliance casting long, dancing shadows across the chamber.
Rokar stared forward, his reptilian eyes vacant as the energy flowed through him, a conduit between the tree and his fallen kin.
The light continued to build, a silent crescendo of power that held the other lizardmen captive in a state of hopeful awe.
Then, just as the light reached its peak, it vanished.
It didn't fade. It was extinguished in an instant, plunging the cavern back into a dim twilight.
