The realm stirred once more.
Unlike the sudden transitions of the previous trials, this time the change came gently—like a breath held before dawn, a hush before revelation. The lush gardens and mossy earth rippled like a pond touched by moonlight, and slowly, everything around Gilgamel and Seth began to shift.
The vibrant green faded. The air turned colder, thinner. In its place bloomed a vast, circular clearing, wrapped in a soft silver-blue glow. The ground beneath their feet was no longer moss, but rich, loamy soil, dark and fragrant. Overhead, a canopy of pale branches stretched into the void, the leaves faintly translucent, glowing like veins of moonstone.
In front of each of them sat a small mound of freshly-tilled earth.
Hovering just above it: a single glowing seed.
It shone with a silver hue, faint yet unmistakably potent. The light it emitted was more than magical—it felt ancient, sacred, and powerful.
