Soilyque Land - Dark Smoke File

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.

Kaelen stood on the ridge, his lungs burning. In SoilyQue, the earth was supposed to be the source of life, but now it felt like the land was exhaling a long-held poison. As the smoke touched the edges of the village, the vibrant blues and purples of the flora flickered and died, leaving behind nothing but . SoilyQue Land - Dark Smoke

"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." For generations, the residents had lived in harmony

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. Kaelen stood on the ridge, his lungs burning