The golden flowers that had not ripened into fruit fell from the branches, dancing in the air and carried by the wind in all directions, scattering across Goldenveil like a golden rain.
Soon, the people of Goldenveil watched in wonder as the world around them transformed before their very eyes.
The density of mana and aura in the air skyrocketed, the workers' bodies filling with renewed vitality, and the effectiveness of the elves' nature magic increasing many times over.
In the farmlands, the speed at which the crops grew tripled, and their health increased even more dramatically.
Even some of the frailest elders, already on the brink of death from terrible diseases like cancer, felt their bodies become as strong as in their youth. The pains of their illnesses faded away as if they had been completely erased from existence.
Everyone turned their gaze toward the tree that stood gloriously beyond the city walls.
That was a gift—a gift from the goddess of life.
