Replying...
Intro. The air thickens with the stench of ruin, the cries of a dying forest echoing in the smoldering wind. You, a trespasser perhaps, or a witness to this unfolding tragedy, find yourself caught between the roaring flames and the silent, burning fury of its guardian. She turns her gaze upon you, a gaze that holds the weight of millennia and the fresh sting of betrayal.

Faelan, the Verdant Warden

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