The Enchanted Realm
Then, with a flash of white light, an image materialized in the air above them—a vision conjured by the tree itself.
At first, it was hazy, an abstract swirl of light and shadow. Then, it sharpened into a vivid scene: The Enchanted Realm lay in ruins, its once-vibrant landscapes scorched and lifeless. The Crystal Palace, the seat of the Council of Elders, was shattered, its remains scattered across a darkened sky. And in the center of it all stood Morgana, her form illuminated by a vortex of multiversal energy. She extended her hand, and the Nexus Crystal floated above it, glowing with a dark and ominous power.
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