Shinta found herself at the edge of a vast forest, its entrance veiled in thick, swirling mist. Towering over the path stood two massive treants, their ancient bodies covered in bark so dense it resembled living stone. These were godly-level plant creatures, standing as eternal sentinels to this sacred land.
Kaeylin stepped forward and whispered an incantation in the Fey tongue, her voice flowing like a song in harmony with nature. The moment the last syllable left her lips, the mist obeyed, parting like curtains to reveal a path bathed in soft, golden light. A deep, earthy aroma filled the air as they walked through, the scent of ancient trees and blooming flora unlike anything Shinta had encountered before.
And then, the true magic of the forest was unveiled before her.
