Staring down, there was a seed that was situated in the center, the light shining down on it.
"So how does this work?"
Raven asked, crouching down and looking at the seed from all sides.
"Am I supposed to…."
Extending his hand, mana began to pour out of Raven and into the side, his hand emitting a dark–purplish glow, a hue similar to his shadows.
It was then.
Brandon scrutinized the sight with his arms crossed.
The seed began to sprout, tiny green tendrils pushing through the soil.
However, the next moment, despite Raven's efforts, the sprout started to wilt.
"...."
Its green leaves turned yellow, then brown.
Raven's eyes widened, frustration creeping in his face.
"Why is it withering…"
Brandon frowned and stepped closer.
"Your emotions, Raven. Even if you think you're calm, maybe there's something deeper affecting you."