The silvery light of the Heartwood enveloped them, casting an ethereal glow across the clearing, illuminating every branch and leaf with a mystical radiance. Morgana felt a deep vibration through her body, the resonance of the tree's magic harmonizing with the Heart of Oaths. This was a moment of transformation—a merging of old magic, unity, and purpose.
Kirin stepped closer, his hand resting just inches from the glowing trunk of the Heartwood, his eyes narrowed with determination. Lyana's fingers glided over the roots, her face serene, as if already attuned to the ancient magic thrumming beneath them.
Morgana took a breath, centering herself. She raised her hand, allowing the Heart of Oaths to glow between her palms. Its light danced with the silvery glow of the Heartwood, creating a bridge of energy that connected her with Kirin, Lyana, and the magic of the land itself.
"Are we ready?" she asked, her voice soft yet steady.