The smoke began to coalesce into shapes—shadowy, towering figures that mimicked the trees they had just extinguished. They weren't ghosts, but of the land’s own fever.
For generations, the residents had lived in harmony with the , a rich, dark earth that pulsed with a faint, low-frequency hum. But today, the hum had shifted into a rhythmic, mechanical thud. From the Great Crevice at the center of the valley, the first plumes of the Dark Smoke began to rise. SoilyQue Land - Dark Smoke
Kaelen gripped his spade, the tool vibrating in his hand. To clear the air, they wouldn't need wind; they would need to descend into the heart of the smoke and find where the earth had cracked. They had to heal the soil before the became the only thing left to breathe. The smoke began to coalesce into shapes—shadowy, towering
"It's the breath of the Old Core," his grandfather whispered, appearing beside him with a mask of woven roots pressed to his face. "The balance has tipped. We took too much from the deep soil, and now the dark is taking it back." But today, the hum had shifted into a