The Grove was alive in a way Lira had never seen before. Every leaf shimmered with vitality, every plant stretched toward the sunlight with strength and purpose, and the gentle hum of magic flowed like a hidden river beneath the soil. The Fénix flocks moved gracefully among the trees, their feathers flickering with golden, crimson, and amber hues as they tended to fire-infused plants. Tiny sparks drifted like floating lanterns, illuminating flowers that glowed softly with elemental energy.
