Sera's Service Call for Mors-Rel
After the group has left Zaharra. As they enter the Great Desert. The wind battering them, the sweltering heat and the absolute desolation sweeps out before them. Plume suddenly falls to her knees, the tatoos one her head glowing, the halo so bright those around her must avert their gaze.
As Plume finds herself in the enchanted grove in the midst of a vision, the once vibrant and serene surroundings now take on a somber tone. The lush greenery appears to wither and fade, and the air feels heavy with an unnatural stillness. Plume, in her unicorn form, lies on the ground, shaking with a profound sense of sadness and despair.
Around her, the enchanted grove seems to transform into a mirage of the Great Desert, a desolate and lifeless expanse where the very essence of nature has been extinguished. The once vibrant flora is replaced by dry, skeletal remains, and the air is thick with the oppressive heat of the desert sun.
Plume looks around, the echoes of a tragic event resonate through the vision. The land speaks of a place where life was mercilessly taken, leaving behind a scar on the fabric of existence. It's a place that stands in stark contrast to the celestial beauty of Seraphiel's grove, emphasizing the harsh realities of the world outside.
Plume feels the weight of the desert's sorrow, aching for the lost lives and the unnatural decay that has consumed the once thriving ecosystem. The sense of isolation and desolation is palpable, making it clear that the Great Desert is a place of profound darkness, a stark reminder of the ongoing struggle between light and shadow.
Then Sara appears and with her the vail of the Desert falls and they are in the grove.
We have much to discuss little one.
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