Need

Previously

…He looked from the glowing device to the Moonpetal Bloom, from Elara’s desperate, loving gaze to the swirling vortex of knowledge that promised so much, yet offered so little. The choice, stark and terrifying, was laid bare before him. The blight was no longer a distant threat; it was here, in the room, in the fading light, in the desperate plea of the woman he loved. He was at the precipice, and Elara’s act of selfless love, holding the fragile hope of the Moonpetal Bloom, was the only thing that could pull him back from the brink. The fate of their world, and their love, hung in the balance of his decision.