She gestured to the ground… or rather, the network of glittering tunnels that seemed to weave through the void.
"The Earth Realm," Isylia said, her voice dropping to a heavy rumble. "Massive underground kingdoms made of precious gems and living stone. There is no sky here, only the ceiling."
The illusion showed vast caverns lit by glowing crystals the size of houses. Small, stout figures… Gnomes and Earth-Elementals… moved through the rock as if it were water.
Sol squinted at the illusion. "So basically dwarves with OCD. Hoarders who live in caves and polish rocks all day."
Isylia blinked, frowning. "What is… 'O‑C‑D'? Is that a tribe? A clan of dwarves you know?"
Sol groaned. "No, it's… never mind. Forget it. Just… obsessive. Like, they collect shiny crap and never stop."
