The next morning, Ellie Miller opened her eyes to find a pile of small flowers on her pillow again.
However, unlike the single color of the previous days, the flowers this time were vibrant and multicolored — red, blue, purple, yellow...
Ellie Miller fell silent.
Goodness! Have you learned not to "pluck wool from a single sheep"?
Pepe, you did it, you've become a mature Pepe.
However, the result didn't change.
Outside the window came the furious roars of a group of dryads, "Pepe!!! You little rascal!!!"
Ellie Miller leaned by the window, appreciating the morning beauty.
The forest to the west visibly grew bigger, with more flourishing trees, and seemingly expanding in area.
Taking a deep breath, the air was filled with the unique freshness of the forest's flora.
How long have the treants been here? Indeed, racial talent is terrifying.
Flocks of birds flew in from all directions, settling in the western forest.
