On the other side of the Wood Spirit Realm, within his own Sylvan Space, Ram sat cross-legged inside his housing plant, with Korrin and a few other wood spirits far behind doing their own practice.
He had been quietly waiting for Nyra to return for her usual night report—she'd gone scouting earlier, as she often did, today he planned on going back to the Cyber Core district to meet with others.
His eyes were half-closed, his thoughts drifting, when a strange sensation prickled at his side.
*Buzz…* *Buzz…*
A faint but steady vibration hummed from beside him.
Ram blinked, snapping out of his light meditation. He turned and glanced toward the flat wooden token he got from Master Orion during his last visit to the Wood Spirit Realm.
It had been lying untouched on a slab of stone, half-buried under a few dry leaves and unused for many days.
The token trembled again, more intensely this time. As Ram leaned in, his heart skipped a beat.
"What the…?"
