Andromeda silently regarded the Scorching Willow as the hunched elemental's fiery form burned brighter. A thin, fragile sapling emerged, floating in the air, surrounded by flames, its leaves glistening with dew of molten lava. Andromeda's gaze was fixed on it as the Scorching Willow encased it within a box crafted from its own wooden body. She took the box with a deep look in her eyes.
She had it in her hands now. Something, she didn't think she would ever possess.
"You must form an elemental pact with it," the Scorching Willow began, his voice a blend of ancient wisdom and ethereal power. "Do you know why the Scorching Willows are considered the wisest? Our roots extend deep into this world, while our branches reach into the spirit realm. We are the bridge between both worlds, absorbing everything—good and bad."
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