Sunlight streams through the swaying canopy as the team makes their way through the forest's winding paths, led by the three newly empowered witches. Only... they don't walk anymore.
They fly.
Wherever their feet hover, flowers bloom. Vines stretch toward the sun, leaves unfurl, and even the air feels cleaner. Birds chirp in harmony, and woodland critters peer out from the brush with wide, glassy eyes.
Behind them, the team strolls in awe.
"Okay," Sera says, squinting at the nearest witch. "Are they, like, half-goddess now? Because this is giving serious main-character energy."
"They do look kind of divine," Penelo whispers, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling with admiration.
Pip walks just behind the witches, shoulders back and chin high, basking in the enchanted air like a blooming god of spring. The forest responds to his every step, flowers burst open, vines curl affectionately around his feet, and even the squirrels salute him.
