Wherever the light reached, even the motes of dust that usually drifted unnoticed through the air
were now infused with a mysterious vitality and began to dance with nimble grace,
like a host of Elves rejoicing in the faint glow, adding a touch of vibrant life to the strange scene.
In that fleeting instant, the jade-green blade of grass seemed to have fulfilled some sacred and secret mission.
Its form began to blur, veiled by an invisible layer of gauze.
Gradually, its silhouette grew hazier until it vanished completely from everyone's sight,
leaving behind only a faint, dreamlike green light that lingered alone in the air,
unwilling to disperse, as if recounting its brief yet brilliant existence.
At the same time, in the highest reaches of the sky,
a wave of energy—so sharp it felt as if it could tear the very world apart—erupted without warning.
It was a sharpness that could not be described in ordinary words.
