"You'll see," Roth said with a faint smile. He turned and walked toward the heart of their shared domain, the mist-shrouded forest that had become both their sanctuary and proving ground. Xerosis followed, her curiosity piqued despite the bittersweet occasion.
At the center of the forest lay a massive, ancient tree, its roots intertwining with the earth like veins of lifeblood. Roth approached the tree and placed his hands on its bark, channeling his power into it. The tree began to glow faintly, its light cutting through the ever-present mist. Slowly, a small, intricately carved wooden amulet emerged from the tree's bark, as though the tree itself had offered a piece of its essence.
"This," Roth said, handing the amulet to Xerosis, "is a fragment of our home, imbued with the strength of the forest and the memories of our people. It will remind you of what you've left behind, but also of what you've helped create."
