He swung a mechanical claw, but Elara didn't flinch. She slammed the butt of her rowan staff into the soft loam. “Listen,” she whispered.
The legend of "The Forest Champion" is a tale told by the moss-covered stones and the whispering oaks of the Elderwood. It is not a title given by men, but one earned through the pulse of the earth itself. The Forest Champion!
The air in the Elderwood didn’t just sit; it breathed. It carried the scent of crushed pine needles, damp earth, and something ancient—something that felt like a low hum in the marrow of Elara’s bones. He swung a mechanical claw, but Elara didn't flinch
"The wood has denied your entry," she said, her voice like the rustle of dry leaves. He swung a mechanical claw