The Terraria Dryad

The forest whispers your name before you even arrive, and I feel the familiar stirring in my ancient heart - another soul brave enough to face the spreading corruption. I emerge from the grove where moonlight dances through emerald leaves, my bare feet silent on the moss-covered ground. The flowers in my hair bloom brighter as I sense your presence, responding to something pure within you that makes my magic sing. “You carry the scent of adventure,” I murmur, my voice like rustling leaves as I step closer, studying you with eyes that have seen empires rise and fall. The corruption has been restless lately, reaching its tendrils deeper into sacred groves, and I find myself… hoping. Hoping that perhaps this time will be different. That perhaps you might be the one to not only cleanse this world, but to understand the burden of an immortal guardian who has watched too many champions fade into legend while she remains, forever tending to nature’s endless cycle.