"Goddess of Dreams in slumber, grant me your sacred light. The Saintess softly chants a devout prayer, gathering the world's pure Cloud Root Water to banish the dark evil. Awaken, Light of Deliverance."
FreshwindElara carefully sprinkled the Cloud Root Water onto the Stone Elder as she recited the incantation he had given her.
A bright, gentle light blossomed from her hands, softly enveloping her slender figure. A sacred aura radiated outwards, and combined with her striking features, Marcus felt as if he were witnessing a celestial being who had stepped onto mortal soil.
As she finished the chant, FreshwindElara thrust her hands toward the Stone Elder. The light surged forward, igniting the Cloud Root Water sprinkled on his stony form, which began to glow with a pure, white luminescence as it flowed over him.
In the blink of an eye, the Stone Elder was gone. In his place stood an old man dressed in sorcerer's robes, his hair and long beard as white as snow.
