Seasons turned in the high valley. The thin air grew warmer, and the relentless sun coaxed life from the scarred earth. Iris's small garden flourished with mountain herbs and hardy root vegetables. The silver-green sapling grew taller, its leaves unfurling to drink in the sunlight,…

The first few weeks after the guardians' departure were a time of quiet industry and profound adjustment. The high valley, now cleansed of its blight, felt different. The air was crisp and clean, carrying the scent of damp earth and the faint, sweet aroma of…

The days that followed were a time of quiet convalescence and profound change. The three guardians did not depart immediately. They remained in the high valley, their presence a stabilizing force that accelerated the land's healing. Under Ahanu's guidance, the scarred earth began to show…

The world ended in a scream of emerald fire. Agony was all that existed—a white-hot pain that seared through every nerve, every fiber of his being. Leon felt himself dissolving, unmade by the torrent of corrupting energy. This was death. This was the price. 世界在一阵翡翠色的火焰尖啸中终结。痛苦是唯一的存在——一种白热的剧痛灼烧着每根神经，他存在的每一寸纤维。里昂感觉自己正在溶解，被腐化能量的洪流所瓦解。这就是死亡。这就是代价。…

The plan was madness. A desperate gamble born from the guardians' inability to strike directly. As twilight deepened, painting the blighted valley in shades of purple and black, the three powerful beings began their work. The Keeper of the Grove raised his hands, and a…