Kyle stood before the world tree, the massive source of life and energy for the elf village.
The aura that surrounded it had shifted noticeably—what was once a weak, flickering glow was now vibrant and pulsing with renewed strength.
Most of the corruption that had strangled the tree's power had been devoured by Lysander, Kyle's small dragon companion.
The relief was visible in Kyle's eyes as he exhaled slowly.
"Good job, Lysander."
Kyle praised, scratching gently behind the dragon's ears. The little dragon shivered with anticipation, basking in the warmth of Kyle's approval, its scales catching the light. A
After a moment of quiet adoration, Lysander settled down, his breathing steady once more.
Kyle approached the tree cautiously, running his fingers over the bark.
Almost immediately, a sharp flinch hit him—the once mighty tree was fragile now, dangerously so.
