Everything had finally settled.
The new elf tree now stood proudly in the heart of the ruins, its radiant mana slowly spreading across the land like the sun rising after a long storm.
The once-lost connection to the world's life force returned, and with it came a surge of emotion from the elves.
One by one, they felt their mana return, gentle and warm—like an old friend coming home after years of absence.
There was silence at first. Then, soft gasps. Then cries of joy.
Some fell to their knees in prayer. Others laughed through their tears.
They had believed themselves forsaken—cursed to fade into obscurity—but now, hope bloomed with every breath they took.
When Kyle returned with Silvy unconscious in his arms, the entire village stood to greet him.
The elf chief bowed low, along with the elders. No words were needed; their eyes held all the gratitude they couldn't voice.
A few hours later, the elves prepared a feast in honor of their salvation.
