Morning in Elarwyn did not bring the usual crystalline freshness of the Verdia highlands. Instead, the Spore-Fog—a sickly, pale-yellow shroud—clung stubbornly to the lower branches, making every breath feel heavy, metallic, and irritating to the back of the throat. It was an atmosphere of decay, a world slowly choking on its own failed magic.
However, in a secluded corner of the Hanging Fields, an area now cordoned off by Governor Caelmir's personal guard, Dayat was preparing a revolution. He stood before a massive wooden vat, a container traditionally used to hold pure Mana-infused rainwater. But today, the liquid within was far more volatile.
