The battlefield was silent, thick with anticipation as the Life Bender climbed down from the Garuda Mountain, his frail hands trembling as he carefully examined the divine herbs he had plucked. Each leaf glowed with an ethereal radiance, its golden veins pulsing with ancient healing energy.
"These herbs are really potent," the Life Bender muttered. "Perfect… absolutely perfect."
Sparky, the Ancient Dragon, huffed softly, lowering its massive head beside the old wizard. Fatty Ben wiped the sweat off his forehead, still catching his breath from the perilous journey.
"Are you sure this will work?" Fatty Ben asked anxiously.
"There is no other choice," the Life Bender replied. "These herbs are the only known counter to the Serpent's Hell Bind. But time is against us. We must act fast."
