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A dark complex underground, a high tower, a forbidding fortress...all of them would provide tightly controlled environments where another core might lay down devious traps and dens of horrible monsters.
It just didn't appeal to her. Instead mana flowed into the fabric of reality around her, warping reality in subtle ways. Space cleared around the core, trees crowded together at its edge, a subtle magic of misdirection ensured that those who tried to slip out the edges would simply find themselves back within. In a brief moment of vanity light was carefully warped to let a golden shaft of light shine down on the core regardless of weather.
Trees were nudged, reality warped, and a second glade, what another dungeon might call a room, formed, connected by a path between them. Now...a treasure.
The core...well frowning was a bit beyond her, but if she could. Dirt, leaves, twigs, grass... not the typical materials of a treasure. Still, there must be something she could make.
> A humble basket of woven twigs
> A simple hat made of dried grasses
> A small twig infused with mana, supporting a pair of green leaves.
> Write in
