Lyria stood in the center of the same magic circle once again, preparing to perform the ritual.
This time, she was determined to see it through to the end.
No matter how difficult it became, she wouldn't stop.
The seven mages surrounding her immediately began chanting in the ancient High Elven language.
A soft, emerald-green glow emerged from their bodies as they released their mana. The energy flowed downward, seeping into the intricate runes carved into the ground. Within moments, the entire magic circle began radiating a brilliant emerald light.
Then, the mana began to converge.
Streams of energy flowed from the seven smaller circles toward the central platform where Lyria stood, gathering into a tremendous current of magical power.
As the energy reached her, Lyria extended both hands toward the World Tree.
A gentle golden radiance enveloped her body.
It was the same sensation she had experienced during her previous attempt.
