The five flowers swayed gently in the breeze, each displaying a delicate and elegant dance amidst the surrounding darkness. The ground around them was a deep black, sprinkled here and there with small specks of light that blinked like stars in the night. Some mana stones were scattered around them, emitting a soft glow that enhanced the mysterious atmosphere of the place.

The flowers were bathed in sunlight filtering through cracks in the cave's ceiling, giving them an ethereal and magical glow. Each of them had petals of a dark black color, but upon closer inspection, one could distinguish small specks of light in different colors that seemed to dance and move slowly across their surface.

This effect created a sense of magic and enchantment, as if the flowers were imbued with a celestial and mysterious energy.

An ethereal glow radiated from their surroundings, softly illuminating the surrounding space and adding a touch of serenity and beauty to the scene. It was as if the flowers were guardians of an ancient and sacred power, wrapped in an aura of mystery and wonder that made them even more captivating and fascinating.

Lysandra's voice echoed in the cavern, soft and trembling, as she pronounced the words "Seven-Star Flower." A gleam of awe illuminated her eyes, and her body began to tremble slightly, overwhelmed by the emotion of the discovery. With trembling hands, she pulled out a bundle of old pages from her ring and quickly examined them, urgently searching through the papers.

Finally, she found what she was looking for: a yellowed and wrinkled sheet. With trembling hands, she placed the sheet in front of her and compared it with the old drawing she had kept for so long. Upon seeing the similarities between the image on the sheet and the flowers resting before us, a wave of emotion flooded her.

"They're the same, they're definitely the Seven-Star Flower!" she exclaimed with a voice full of excitement and happiness. Her voice resonated in the cave, full of awe and joy. Unable to contain her excitement, she began to jump for joy, while small tears of happiness streamed from her blue eyes.

The discovery of the Seven-Star Flower was more than just a simple find; it was the realization of a long-cherished dream, the confirmation of a belief held in the heart for so long. It was the culmination of years of searching by both of us.

Elsa, in the midst of her moment of happiness, hugged me tightly, releasing the emotions she had suppressed for so long. I smiled warmly as I stroked her back, trying to calm her and share in her joy. Several minutes passed as we both immersed ourselves in that comforting embrace, until an unexpected voice resonated behind us, shaking us from our ecstasy.

"Are you already cheating on me?" I heard Lysandra's voice in my ears, and a cold sweat ran down my forehead. I hadn't felt her presence at all, which caught me by surprise. With a nervous smile, I replied, "No, not at all. Just that we finally found the flower Elsa needs."

Lysandra positioned herself in front of me, looking at Elsa, who was still immersed in sobs. She let out a small sigh, and her gaze settled on the five flowers resting before us. The tension in the air was palpable as we awaited her reaction.

"Are you okay?" I asked with concern, carefully observing her beautiful body from head to toe to make sure she had no injuries. Lysandra responded with a mischievous smile, "Do you want to see more closely?" as her eyes began to sparkle with mischief.

"Of course," I replied in the same tone of voice, allowing myself to be drawn into the seductive game. However, before I could continue, a soft whisper from Elsa abruptly pulled us out of our world.

"Cough... cough, I'm still here," Elsa whispered, interrupting our moment. Looking at her to make sure she was okay, I noticed that her cheeks were as red as a tomato, revealing her discomfort with the situation.

As I let go of Elsa, she kept her head bowed in embarrassment, not daring to lift it. I observed her gesture with understanding, feeling empathy for her uncomfortable situation. Lysandra, on the other hand, smiled at Elsa's reaction, but her expression also reflected a certain complicity and tenderness toward our friend.

With a quick movement of her fingers, Lysandra conjured a mana orb in her hands. The orb emitted an intense green glow, similar to the gleam of a small star. The intensity of its glow was surprising, indicating the great power contained in that small object.

Mana orbs varied in size, brightness, and strength, and this one in particular stood out for its luminosity and apparent power. I knew that the differences between mana orbs were significant: the brighter and larger the orb, the more powerful its magic would be.

In the presence of that shining green orb, I felt a mixture of astonishment and curiosity, although it still could not compare to the orb of a corrupted creature.

After the orb disappeared again, we turned our attention back to the flowers and began to walk toward them. As we approached, Lysandra crouched about 5 meters away from the flowers and stopped us with a gesture. "Wait," she said, placing her hands on the ground.

"This place is protected; there's a layer surrounding the flowers." Several seconds passed before she gave us a thumbs-up, indicating that it was safe to proceed.

She took the lead as we approached the flowers. "Magnificent," she expressed with admiration. "I've never seen this type of flowers before. I can feel that their petals are filled with soul essence. With one of these flowers, I will definitely be able to advance to Maximum-Platinum." With utmost delicacy, she picked up one of the flowers and examined it closely, her eyes shining with excitement. "What!

They also have origin essence," she exclaimed, unable to maintain her facade of composure.

"According to the library's book, this flower only blooms every 500 years," Elsa joined the conversation. "They also say that with the help of this flower, you can awaken a bloodline. And there are five of them!" Elsa couldn't contain her excitement any longer; she approached one of the flowers, knelt down, and delicately took it between her hands.