Sorin Region.
The warmth brought by the Month of Revival had already spread across the entire Holy Spirit Plain. The grasses and trees that had lain dormant through the winter for several months began to regain their vitality at an astonishing speed. Beyond the Sorin Region, the plains that had once been bare were now covered in green. The spreading vegetation had finally connected with Sorin, this land of eternal spring, and the once sharply defined boundary at the edge of the giant tree gradually blurred.
It was a day well suited for healing wounds.
Inside the giant tree, within Beltira's private laboratory, luminescent plants illuminated a room covered in wooden structures, vines, and leaves. At the center of the room stood a platform about two meters wide, formed from entwined thin vines and wooden stakes. Countless conduits and nerve fibers used to transport Biomass and conduct Neural Signals hung down from the ceiling, connecting to one end of the platform. Andesha Wendell, her long gray-white hair flowing around her, lay quietly at the center of the platform, still asleep.
With a faint rustling sound, several Biomass conduits and nerve fibers withdrew from around Andesha's head and moved toward the edge of the platform.
Bard Wendell, dressed in a white researcher's uniform, stood beside the platform, watching his daughter with some unease. From time to time, he rubbed his hands together, cautiously observing every subtle shift in Andesha's sleeping expression, or raising his head to look at Beltira, who stood nearby overseeing the entire process.
"What stage are we at now?" Bard asked for what he had no idea was the how many-th time. "How long until she wakes up?"
"Be patient, Bard." Beltira glanced at him. Behind her extended numerous nerve fibers resembling delicate vines, their ends connected to