(The Vision – The Forest's Lament)
The moment the Goddess of the Forest's divine light extinguished, the entire kingdom of Noctiflora roared.
A deep, primordial sound rose from the very soul of the land — the collective grief and fury of every tree, every root, every hidden spring. It was not merely wind or thunder, but the voice of the forest itself: ancient, heartbroken, and filled with uncontrollable rage. The ground trembled. Leaves exploded from branches in vast green tempests. Birds fled screaming into the darkened sky.
Then the heavens truly broke.
Rain poured down in blinding, merciless sheets — a deluge so heavy it turned the air into a silver curtain. Thunderstorms erupted violently across the entire kingdom. Lightning forked in jagged, furious patterns, striking the earth again and again with apocalyptic force. The once-gentle river surged into a raging torrent, its waters now stained with swirling rivers of the Goddess's golden blood.
