Rocky felt a strange warmth in his chest. It was not just magic; it was the love of his people.
"They are sending me their hope," Rocky whispered.
His golden tattoos shone like a miniature sun. Jamin's father was amazed to see the power of the gifts.
"You have won their hearts, my king. No one can stop us now."
With a single wave of his hand, Rocky healed a wounded bird. The forest seemed to sing in joy as they moved forward.