A vibrant, glowing forest scene with ancient, gnarled Treants slowly uprooting themselves, while a shimmering Sprite dances between shadowy mushrooms. In the foreground, a humble-looking Earth Mage raises a staff, the ground cracking with magical energy.
They said the woods were quiet… too quiet.
But beneath the soil, the roots were listening. The mycelium was plotting. And the guardians were waiting.
This season, I’m answering the call of the EARTH SUMMONERS — tapping into the deep, slow, and unstoppable power of nature itself