Shadow Land, Fairy Forest.
Sunlight filtered through the sparse canopy, casting mottled shadows that were warm and gentle.
A small stream trickled by, the surface glinting with specks of gold, as if flowing with broken silver. The leaves had become vibrant in hues—deep crimson, amber yellow, golden gold, and deep green—all interwoven like a resplendent painting.
A gentle breeze whispered through, rustling the leaves, with the occasional one drifting softly to the ground like a butterfly in graceful dance. The entire forest brimmed with serenity and harmony.
"Ow-ow!"
"Roar-roar!"
Parker and Avery's plump pet bear cub frolicked nearby, tumbling into piles of fallen leaves, sending the foliage scattering in every direction.
Lynch stood at the forest's center, assessing the results of his recent advancement.
Spirit: 302.8.
Compared to when he had newly stepped into the ranks of mid-level wizards, his spirit had increased by over eighty points, breaking past the 300 barrier.
