The Tree of Arcas sways in the fog.
The Primordial’s Child, lost when Hope was lost. The Primordial Elder enshrouded by Death. And Arcas wept.
The Tree of Arcas sways in the fog.
Consoled by The Great & True, Arcas was befriended. The Earth Walker. Deep Roots grew into the wide forests of Terath. And Arcas laughed.
The Tree of Arcas sways in the fog.
Scarred by the dark fire of The Pale Enemy, Arcas and Valencia fought side by side. Brimstone and Ashes. An open door. And Arcas roared.
The Tree of Arcas sways in the fog.
Sealing the breach, a seed was planted. Ages passed. The tree grew tall, and taller still. Druids came for wisdom. And Arcas spoke.
The Tree of Arcas sways in the fog.
A Black Tide Rises, and The Pale Enemy returns. A Pale Hand stirs at the Ethlin Sky. The weather is theirs. And Arcas trembles.
