The chamber pulsed with life and dread as the Verdant Queen Dryad stood at its heart. She raised her arms gracefully, like a priestess welcoming a sacred ritual. The dungeon responded immediately—roots erupted from the ground, splitting stone with a thunderous crack, while vines slithered across the walls like living serpents. Spores burst into the air, glimmering like golden dust, but as they settled, illusions twisted the world around them into warped, dreamlike landscapes.
"Spread out! Don't breathe deep!" Leon barked, slashing a root that tried to bind his leg.
Roselia reacted first, her eyes glowing with fiery mana. She raised her spear, slammed its butt to the ground, and invoked a Purging Domain, releasing a ring of flames that roared outward like a holy tide. The fire scorched the spores and broke apart minor illusions, revealing the Dryad in her full glory.
