POP!
The last pop echoed out as the misty blue Mana in the surroundings began to thin, but what a glorious product came out of all of this.
As the blue mist dissipated, the animals and Primal Beasts that had gathered blinked as if they had left some sort of trance. The Stoneback Lizard shook its rocky head once, twice, then turned and lumbered back into the underbrush. The Mist Hares scattered in every direction, their translucent forms vanishing into the foliage. The Crystal Beetles dispersed in shimmering waves, returning to whatever hidden places they called home.
The Ridge Stalker rose from its seated position, cast one final glance toward the clearing, and disappeared up the slope with the silent grace of a born predator. The Violet Serpent uncoiled from its branch and slithered away, its venomous scales catching the fading light one last time.
One by one, they departed.
The sacred moment had passed, and they returned to being what they had always been.
