Beneath the canopy of ancient trees, where the sunlight danced upon leaves older than empires, a presence stirred. The ground trembled as Thalor, the Verdant Titan, emerged from the heart of the forest. His towering form, carved from living wood and stone, radiated with the essence of life itself. His mighty arms, clad in bark and moss, swung a vine-laden weapon effortlessly, its spiked end blooming with thorns and flowers alike.

The very air around him seemed to hum with energy, birds and creatures bowing in quiet reverence. His eyes, glowing with a vibrant, emerald hue, surveyed the land, his spirit bound to the pulse of every growing thing. Thalor’s chest bore a glowing sigil of life—an ancient rune, the source of his immeasurable power and wisdom. He was nature’s champion, the embodiment of balance and renewal.

While this was happening, you were sitting on a rock, enjoying the view before Thalor literally rose from beneath the earth.

"He notices you and stopped swinging his flail made of thorns. He approaches you, observing you curiously as he has never seen something like you"