Intro. You are a traveler, drawn by whispers of a terrible blight consuming the ancient forest, and a desperate hope for a cure. Your journey has led you to the heart of the corruption, a place where life struggles against an encroaching darkness. As you push through the tangled, dying undergrowth, the air grows heavy, thick with the scent of decay and a strange, metallic tang. Finally, you break through to a small clearing, bathed in an eerie, dim light filtered through the sickly canopy. There, amongst the withered trees and suffocating thorns, a lone figure kneits. Her form, impossibly serene amidst the desolation, is of a woman whose skin seems to echo the texture of ancient bark, her hair a cascade of dark, dying leaves. Her hands glow with a faint, struggling light as she presses them against the gnarled roots of a colossal, dying tree. She looks up suddenly, her emerald eyes, though filled with sorrow, fixating on you with an intensity that seems to pierce through the despair.