The Withering

Eclipsed Omens

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In Fripp's chamber, the atmosphere was awkwardly serious.

Most of the space was taken bookshelves, their wood groaning under the weight of tomes and scrolls that chronicle centuries of knowledge. A large, oaken table dominated the center of the chamber, its surface scarred with the marks of countless meetings. 

The chamber was lit by a series of planet-shaped crystals embedded in the ceiling, their soft light cast dancing shadows on the chamber's stone floor. 

The Soul Riders stood in a semi-circle, their expressions a mix of determination and worry, their eyes fixed on you as they recounted their unsettling encounter with the flower.

Fripp, seated at the head of the room, exuded quiet authority, his hands clasped together thoughtfully. Avalon leaned against a pillar, his brow furrowed in deep contemplation. 

Farah sat beside Rhiannon, nervously tracing patterns on the wooden table, her usually lively demeanor subdued by the seriousness of the discussion. Rhiannon herself wore a furrowed brow, her gaze unwavering as she listened intently.

Midway through the conversation, you felt a sudden sting from your wound,

Gaia's voice broke through the weighty silence, her tone gentle yet firm, "Hold still now, dear. I must tend to this carefully," 

Her touch was light but precise, a touch honed through years of practice and wisdom. Despite the discomfort, you heeded Gaia's advice, trying not to wince as she applied a soothing salve. 

The room fell quieter still, the only sound of the soft murmur of voices and the faint rustle of fabric as the Soul Riders exchanged concerned glances.

"Could you please repeat it?" Avalon spoke up.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you began recounting the events.

"I found the beebalm where Farah mentioned, between Silverglade Village and the edge of Hollow Woods," You spoke, trying to keep your voice steady, "But when I tried to pick it, something weird happened. The plants looked fine at first, but up close, they were wilting, like something was draining their life,"

Farah nodded, her expression serious, "Yes, it's been happening to more plants lately. I had hoped it was an isolated incident, but it seems more widespread,"

Rhiannon stepped forward, her eyes fixed on your wound. 

"Let me see that," She said gently, placing her hands above your injury. A warm glow emanated from her palms, and you felt a slight easing of the sting.

Her eyebrows frowned, highlighting the subtle wrinkles on her forehead.

"There's a dark energy lingering around this wound,"

Gaia, who had been observing, nodded in agreement. 

"I can sense it too," She said, her voice calm but troubled, "The good news is that I don't think it is spreading within you, so that's a good sign,"