As the Grove hummed with life—Fénix perched in their fire trees, bees buzzing among flowers, and Forest Runners burying seeds in the soil—Lira felt a subtle, tugging sensation in her mind, like the Grove itself was whispering.
She knelt by a patch of earth recently enriched by the dispersers. "There's something else," she murmured, touching the warm soil. "Some seeds need more than just spreading—they need helpers to plant them deeply, in the best possible spots. I think… we need the Chiomunks."
The Old Spirit Tree's bark shimmered faintly in response. "Yes, Lira. The Chiomunks are small, diligent creatures, clever with their tiny paws. They bury seeds in optimal locations, mix soil with elemental energy, and ensure that young trees grow strong. They are the caretakers of potential life, the hidden gardeners of the Grove."
Renkai's eyes lit up. "They sound perfect. But… are they easy to find?"
