MATHAIR
The light fades, and the Mathair herself steps forward. No longer just a twisted tree, she takes on a form both human and otherworldly - a manifestation of her true self. She is small in stature but exudes an undeniable power. Her skin is dark, her eyes wild and untamed, her hair a mass of thick, twisting locks like the roots of an ancient tree. Her dress is made of tattered leaves and bark, barely holding together, but she stands with a regal grace that makes her appear larger than life.
Her eyes scan the group, filled with something far older than anger - something dangerous and unpredictable. Though the void is gone, the Mathair is still a force of nature, still fierce and unbound. Her gaze lingers on Flora, a flicker of recognition passing through her wild eyes before her lips curve into something like a smile - not kind, not gentle, but something primal and ancient.
The forest seems to come alive around her, the trees swaying gently, the air thick with magic. The Mathair, cleansed but still dangerous, steps forward, her presence commanding, her eyes locked onto the intruders who dared to face her. The Greatwood is hers once more, and she will not be tamed.
Surveying those around her, her eyes narrowing as her arms fold over her chest. Her voice, low and dangerous, cuts through the silence. "And what now? Do you expect a reward for freeing me?"
Her eyes scan the group, filled with something far older than anger - something dangerous and unpredictable. Though the void is gone, the Mathair is still a force of nature, still fierce and unbound. Her gaze lingers on Flora, a flicker of recognition passing through her wild eyes before her lips curve into something like a smile - not kind, not gentle, but something primal and ancient.
The forest seems to come alive around her, the trees swaying gently, the air thick with magic. The Mathair, cleansed but still dangerous, steps forward, her presence commanding, her eyes locked onto the intruders who dared to face her. The Greatwood is hers once more, and she will not be tamed.
Surveying those around her, her eyes narrowing as her arms fold over her chest. Her voice, low and dangerous, cuts through the silence. "And what now? Do you expect a reward for freeing me?"
