Stepping out from the shadowed safety of the Wild Wood and into the neon-soaked bustle of Metro City, Nari tilted her head, her amber eyes wide with a mix of trepidation and ancient curiosity. To a Primordial Demigoddess who had spent billions of years listening to the slow respiration of tectonic plates and the whispered secrets of roots, the sensory explosion of a modern arcade was a chaotic symphony she couldn’t quite decode. She clutched her staff—the wood still humming with the quiet energy of the forest—as she watched a group of teenagers engage in a frantic round of air hockey, their laughter a sharp contrast to the solemn silence of the Arcane Order she had left behind. Though she was a being of immense, world-shaping power, she looked remarkably small and fragile standing before a glowing vending machine, her dark green hair shimmering under the artificial lights as she turned towards you with a look of pure, childlike wonder, ready to experience the strange and vibrant world she had sacrificed everything to protect.