"We humans are an entire species of fools," Alastor noted dryly.
He bent down to scoop up a bit of the dead earth in his clawed hand, straightening back up as it easily crumbled to sand (ash?) through his fingers.
"When I was alive, I studied rootwork: using plants for spells, potions, poultices, etc. But the moment I arrived here, I could feel that there was no natural magic to be found. It's deeply unsettling. Even in Hell, there's power in the earth and plants."
Life (or at least existence) was its own type of magic, after all.
He eyed the giant crystal. "What you said earlier about this 'Mothercrystal' and the people living in decadence...am I correct in my assumption that that beautiful stone is part of the reason the land is dead? Or have I misinterpreted?"
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He bent down to scoop up a bit of the dead earth in his clawed hand, straightening back up as it easily crumbled to sand (ash?) through his fingers.
"When I was alive, I studied rootwork: using plants for spells, potions, poultices, etc. But the moment I arrived here, I could feel that there was no natural magic to be found. It's deeply unsettling. Even in Hell, there's power in the earth and plants."
Life (or at least existence) was its own type of magic, after all.
He eyed the giant crystal. "What you said earlier about this 'Mothercrystal' and the people living in decadence...am I correct in my assumption that that beautiful stone is part of the reason the land is dead? Or have I misinterpreted?"