Chapitre 399: The Thrush

Dorothy's POV:

When I grabbed the flower, a lustrous green air flow suddenly wrapped around me. It was strong but extremely gentle, like the willow branches dancing in the spring breeze, gently wrapping around me.

I lowered my head to look at the wildflower in my hand. When I raised my head again, the Elf King had disappeared.

As the green light dispersed like fireflies, the birds were silent for a second before they started singing loudly. One by one, they charged down toward me. The moment their sharp beaks touched me, they turned into soft petals and merged into my spiritual world.

I felt something forming in my spiritual world. It was a tree, a flower, or a lake. It did not have any intention of an invasion. Like a restrained and polite guest, it chose an ownerless land with the permission of its master to take root and sprout.