It was night.
By the campfire, Umeilu looked at the Adventurer's Guide in her hands and read it word by word:
"Cyril Starlight... a fantastical flower created by the first Magic Master King in honor of his wife, Cyril."
"According to legend, drinking the nectar born beneath it on a moonless night grants the Gift of the Stars?"
Little Ball came over from the side carrying several plates and asked curiously as well:
"So, what exactly is the Gift of the Stars?"
It extended a tentacle and took the book from Umeilu, then placed a plate of pan-fried pork chops in front of her.
"Ah! It smells so good~ Thank you, Lord Little Ball!"
Umeilu gazed delightedly at the food before her, then looked up and said with a beaming smile.
"Mm, good girl. Hurry up and eat."
Little Ball patted Umeilu on the head, then looked toward the book in her other hand and said with curiosity and puzzlement:
"Come to think of it, this is a magical potion plant, right? But the guide doesn't explain what it's used for..."
"Master?"
It turned around and called out in confusion to Moss, who was sitting upright a short distance from the campfire.
"What are you doing?"
"Hmm? I'm restoring its vitality."
Moss raised her head and answered with a smile, a huge mass of Magic Power cradled between her hands.
Hum...
The vast Magic Power rolled continuously, giving off waves of humming.
Within that rolling Magic Power, a peculiar plant slowly rotated, its snow-white bud gradually unfolding.
Unlike the snow-white petals seen when it was closed, the fully opened petals looked like a pitch-black void.
The spiral stamens glittered with specks of light. With every slight sway, the radiance drifted downward, dotting the curtain-like petals.
It was as if a