When she awoke, the cavern was alive with subtle movements—the faint glow of mushrooms adjusting, tiny creatures stirring in the water, and the first shimmer of new sprouts reacting to her presence. Lira smiled, feeling a growing connection to the underground life, to the Spirit, and to her own evolving understanding.
"Today, I've learned more than I realized," she whispered to Serelyth, who lowered her head close, letting a warm breath wash over her. "Not everything is about challenge or combat. Some lessons are quiet. Some are alive, growing around us, waiting for patience and care to unlock them."
The dragon's deep rumble was like a soft agreement. "Yes. And each step brings you closer to the Temple. But remember, little flame: the Spirit teaches through many forms. Strength, wisdom, harmony… care. Never underestimate any path it places before you."
