C128 Obtained

When the Netherwood realized its leaves had been scorched yellow, it huffed in dissatisfaction, "Fine, take it. But you must give me the Wood Crystal too. I want the one that's a hundred thousand years old."

"Little master, it's hiking up the price on the spot!" the bracelet spirit scoffed, "And demanding a Wood Crystal that old? Pfft, the nerve!"

As a golden stone that had lived for millennia