Weeks had passed since the collapse of the Flower of Shadow. The highlands of Laclubar had begun to heal. Where black veins once spread like cracks through the earth, now green shoots pushed upward stubbornly, reclaiming the soil. Mist returned to its gentle glow, silver under the moon, no longer heavy with dread. Birds sang again in the mornings, their songs tentative but hopeful, as though the forest itself had found its voice once more.
Science fiction & fantasy