The morning in the grove began with a silver mist curling along the newly formed pool and trenches. Lira walked slowly between the rows of plants, feeling the gentle hum of multielemental energy vibrating through the roots and leaves. Serelyth perched atop the giant tree, observing her as she inspected the plants. Renkai and Thalanir were busy pruning and adjusting irrigation channels, though they paused occasionally to glance at Lira, their eyes full of quiet curiosity.
Suddenly, a deep, resonant voice rolled through the grove, shaking the leaves gently:
"Lira," said the Giant Tree Spirit, "your calm and your skill have grown. You have tended the waters, nurtured the plants, and guided energy. But another challenge awaits."
Lira stopped, turning her face toward the immense trunk. "What is it?" she asked.
