Alex nodded silently, his eyes locked on the shifting symbols. He took a deep breath and extended his hand over the water, drawing on every ounce of power he could muster. The liquid swirled in the air, becoming an almost ethereal mist. The bonsai tree, now alive with vibrant greenery, trembled again, its trunk glowing with a faint golden light.
He poured the final stream of water, this time in a slow, controlled arc, across the basin. The mist seemed to follow his every movement, wrapping around the tree like a protective shield. For a moment, time seemed to freeze, and the world around him was filled with an overwhelming sense of anticipation.
Then, as the last drop of water fell, the bonsai tree shuddered one final time. The glowing mist dispersed, leaving behind a fully restored tree, its branches heavy with healthy green leaves and small flowers blooming in soft shades of pink and white.
