The garden at the entrance of the headquarters tree had never been so alive.
Lohan sensed it even before crossing the main arch, because Mental Perception already showed an immense luminosity coming from the center of the garden, a white and pink light that pulsed like the heart of something very large, and around it dozens of small lights from flowers and vines responding to that pulse, sprouting and opening at an ever faster rhythm.
When he finally arrived, he saw what Pip had tried to explain: in the middle of the dew flower bed, floating half a meter off the ground, a cocoon of soft light enveloped Elle's small body, and all around it the ground burst into color.
A few guild members had already gathered there, keeping a respectful distance, with expressions somewhere between awe and reverence. Alice stood in the front row, her hands pressed against her chest, and Skye, who had been passing by with Sara, had suddenly stopped, her mouth slightly open.
