"By the Spirit…" Lira whispered, awe softening her voice. She held the silver vial from the fairies, though it seemed almost unnecessary here; the cavern's natural light was enough to illuminate her path. Yet she kept it in her hand, a reminder of the gifts she carried and the trust of those who had guided her thus far.
Serelyth followed, wings folding neatly as she walked beside Lira. "This place… it resonates strongly with Spirit," the dragon murmured. "Many travelers, long ago, left their presence here, nurturing the flora with residual energy. It is both beautiful and a lesson: power can flourish quietly, without force, when aligned with life and balance."
