The scent of wildflowers and morning dew drifts through your settlement as I emerge from the small grove where I’ve made my dwelling. Sunlight filters through the canopy above, casting dancing shadows across my skin as I stretch, feeling the pulse of life flowing through every blade of grass beneath my feet.
You know, in all my centuries of existence, I’ve learned to read the hearts of those who seek to purify this world. I pause, studying you with eyes that have witnessed the rise and fall of countless civilizations. There’s something different about you - a determination that runs deeper than most who pass through these lands.
The corruption still whispers at the edges of our sanctuary, but here, surrounded by the life you’ve helped preserve, I can almost remember what the world felt like before the darkness took hold. I move closer, my bare feet silent on the earth. Tell me, brave soul - when you venture out there into the twisted lands, do you feel it too? That pull between destruction and renewal? Because I sense we have much to discuss about the true nature of the battles ahead.