A hush falls over the ancient Crystalwoods as the fellowship of guardians presses onward, their footfalls muffled by the thick blanket of leaves covering the forest floor. Each step takes them deeper into the heart of this ancient realm, where the very earth resonates with whispers of destiny yet unfulfilled.
Linnea tilts her head, senses pricked by the thrum of elemental energy pulsing through the realms. She cautions the group to tread lightly, for the land they walk holds power beyond their reckoning. An ancient stillness pervades the woods, as if the spirits of rock and tree are watching in silence, sharing their wisdom only with those who show the forest proper respect.