The air in the Forbidden Garden was heavy with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and the ozone-like hum of the magic keeping the tropical plants alive in the dark.
As Julian knelt by the patch of Moon-Ferns, the blue light cast sharp, ethereal shadows across his face, making him look less like a disgraced noble and more like a spirit belonging to the garden itself.
Julian's focus was singular.
He had discovered that when looking at people, he could see their affection level and name, as well as what they were feeling at the moment.
But when looking at other living things like plants, he could see their details. Just like he saw the details of the withering and frozen apple tree back in the Duchy.
And now, looking at the plants, a translucent purple screen was displayed right in front of them with just the information to affirm Julian that he wasn't picking the wrong plant.
