A shadow presented itself, powerful and encroaching. It's air was like Spite and Anger personified into an overbearing heat, a flame veiled in pitch clouds of smoke. The children of Nature bent before it; green leaves crumbled and fell from trees. The grass, bushes, flowers, all withered as if scorched by fire. No creature remained in site; all fled, as this darkness forged its own path through the wild.
The atmosphere in Shangri La grew heavy as the abysmal shadow fell upon it. It’s an appearance so sudden a shock to the environment that it began to crumble under the poisonous weight. The sacred creatures quickly fled in fear towards the towering tree that reached far beyond even the greatest tree of the eternal forest.
The ancient bowers of the trees and flora of the ground withered and drew away, unable to protect themselves from this dark, foreboding entity that tarnished the land. The Great Ancient Tree groaned under the strain of the life drawn from the land, it’s massive form curled close as if reaching down to touch the withered ground.
For as quickly as this darkness came and laid low the land, a great pulse of energy surged forward. All that withered and fell away beneath the heavy shadow sprung forth, invigorated and full of thriving life, as if untouched. An aura blossomed from the land, a halo of warm sunlight sheltering it from the piercing heat and darkness.
The domain of Earth’s Titan, the Vigilant Protector, and Defender would not be overcome by any who trespassed.
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