Ren stood in the middle of the garden, staring at what was once a lively field of flowers and vines. Now, every stem, leaf, and petal had turned brittle and gray. The air carried a faint, dead scent of sap and wilted life. The soil beneath his feet felt hollow, drained.
He raised his right hand and stared at it for a long moment. His fingers trembled slightly feeling something.
"…This must be my doing," he muttered, his voice quiet, almost surprised. "All the plants… they're dead."
A faint green light shimmered over his palm — soft at first, then rippling faintly through his veins. It wasn't painful, rather it felt comforting. Lines of emerald energy pulsed beneath his skin like living roots, weaving through muscle and bone.
A translucent window appeared before him:
Healing Grace – [Level 1]
