If properly processed, those materials could greatly increase a person’s mana reserves or be used in high-level magical crafting.
Of course, consuming them directly was another matter.
The raw mana within the tree was far too dense and volatile. If an ordinary human tried to eat any part of it without refinement, the uncontrolled surge of mana would overwhelm their body and cause a catastrophic mana backlash, potentially tearing them apart from the inside.
Monsters, however, were different. Their bodies contained far more chaotic mana and their body were naturally more robust, allowing them to endure the raw energy much better than humans.
Perhaps because of this constant threat, the banyan tree had developed a strong instinct for self-preservation.
Anyone who stepped too close was treated as a potential predator.
And so the tree attacked without hesitation, its countless vines lashing out at any intruder that dared approach its trunk.
The five mages spent nearly ten minutes gathering three feet of bark, but to them, it felt like an eternity.
Every second dragged painfully slowly.
By the time the mage responsible for collecting the bark finally returned, his entire body was soaked in sweat. It wasn’t from exhaustion alone, but from the overwhelming nervousness of working so close to danger.
Still, he had succeeded.
Zion, Maxwell, and the others had already figured out what had happened just by observing the situation. None of them asked questions; they simply didn’t have the time.
"Good job. Now let’s move. We still need to find the other materials," Zion barked.
Without wasting another moment, he turned and shifted into his wolf form before sprinting forward. Maxwell immediately followed close behind.
The werewolves who had been assigned to carry the mages quickly moved to their respective partners. They lowered their bodies, allowing the mages to climb onto their backs, and once the riders were secured, they took off after Zion and Maxwell.
Throughout the journey, Zion and Maxwell kept a close watch on everyone. Thankfully, none of the werewolves showed any hostility toward the mages or tried to do anything suspicious, which eased some of the tension weighing on their shoulders. Only then were they able to release quiet sighs of relief.
After that, they repeated the same strategy again and again as they gathered the remaining materials.
Eventually, they were left with only one last ingredient, the Luminous Night Daisy.
They finally located it in a large clearing on the mountainside.
But the moment they arrived, everyone froze.
A mountain fire was already raging across the clearing.
Flames spread rapidly through the area, creeping closer and closer toward the patch of glowing Luminous Night Daisies, threatening to devour them completely.
Both the mages and the werewolves, including Zion and Maxwell, stood there in stunned silence, momentarily stupefied by the sight.
’What’s going on?!’ Zion thought as he frantically scanned the burning clearing.
Without wasting another second, he rushed forward, trying to salvage whatever Luminous Night Daisy stems were still untouched by the spreading flames. The fire was moving quickly, devouring the field bit by bit.
When he glanced around, however, he saw that the others were still standing there, stunned by the sudden disaster.
Only Maxwell seemed to have regained his senses as well.
The two exchanged a quick look, immediately understanding what needed to be done. Without hesitation, they began assigning tasks as quickly as possible so they could salvage as many of the precious flowers as they could before the fire consumed everything.
"What are you all standing there for?!" Zion barked loudly.

"Now that this place has been engulfed by fire, it will be impossible for the Luminous Night Daisies to survive here. Even if a few seeds somehow remain, it would still take decades before they could grow again."
The moment the other mages heard him, they looked around at the vast sea of glowing Luminous Night Daisies scattered across the clearing, flowers that were now steadily being swallowed by flames.
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