Inheritance of the Verdant Garden”

The silence in the moonlit clearing felt like a judge waiting for a verdict.

Seth knelt before the silver-glowing seed, his face cold and unreadable. Beside him, the glass orb of Moonshade Concentrate shimmered faintly under the silver-blue canopy. He held it between gloved fingers, watching the liquid swirl with ghostly light.

"Only one shot… three drops. That's all I have," He muttered.

No guidance, no hints, no margin for error.

He exhaled slowly and began to prepare.

First Attempt...

Seth reached into his robe, drawing a ritual knife and a small flask of dark mineral dust. Carefully, he poured a thin line of powder around the seed mound, then pressed his palm against the soil.

Dark red mist flowed from his fingers into the ground—his blood resonance magic, designed to alter the soil's mana affinity. The air around the seed chilled. Even the soft moonlight seemed to shimmer more vividly.