The morning sun spilled over the Grove, warming the tips of fire-trees where the Fénix flitted gently, their wings sparkling in the golden light. Below, the newly integrated Emberwing Bees and Sunhollow Bees buzzed busily among flowering plants, carrying pollen with meticulous precision. The Grove was alive with movement, a harmonious symphony of creatures and energy.
Lira knelt on the soft moss beside a hive, gently inspecting the delicate golden combs. She could feel the pulsing magic within each drop of honey—a subtle, warm vibration that spoke of life, nourishment, and elemental balance.
The Old Spirit Tree stirred, its massive leaves shimmering with gold and green light. Its voice resonated through the Grove, deep and steady. "Lira… the honey your bees produce is not ordinary. Each drop contains essence of the Grove's harmony, a concentrated form of elemental energy. You may use it to heal, to nurture growth, and to strengthen the plants and creatures you have brought here."
