Rowen stood there for a while, simply watching the small sprouts pushing out from the soil where he had planted the tomatoes and potatoes. The tender green shoots swayed faintly in the breeze, proof that the seeds had already begun to take root.
He crouched down and placed his hand lightly over the soil. With a practiced motion, he activated his skill. A faint glow spread across the ground, and the sprouts seemed to respond, straightening and growing just a little taller, their leaves opening wider.
Rowen let the glow fade and pulled his hand back, satisfied.
The use of the skill drained him further, leaving Rowen's body heavy and his mind sluggish. He let out a quiet breath, resting his hand on his knee.
Just then, a faint noise stirred behind him. Shade's eyes blinked open, glowing faintly in the dim light. She let out a soft meow, and upon realizing it was only Rowen, her posture relaxed.
