Kyle slammed against the stone floor as the force from Silvy's last push expelled him from the inner sanctum.
The heavy temple doors groaned and sealed shut behind him with a thud.
Dust rose into the air as the magical wards fell into place, and Kyle jumped to his feet, pounding a fist against the now-unyielding entrance.
"Silvy!"
He shouted, but no answer came.
Inside, Silvy slumped to the ground with a shaky breath, her limbs already heavy with exhaustion.
She stared at the glowing seed, now humming softly as it nestled into the sacred soil.
Roots unfurled from its base like ribbons, spreading swiftly through the stone cracks of the temple floor.
A faint light pulsed from within, steady and strong—the new elf tree was beginning to awaken.
Silvy leaned back against the cold stone, smiling to herself despite the way her body ached and her vision blurred.
