Purpose: Preservation of Life.

The ruins were quiet, swallowed by time and nature. Vines crept over shattered pillars, and moss had blanketed the broken stones like a soft green tide. Your bag was heavy with the gems you'd found along the way—brilliant stones embedded in the things. Each gem was rich with energy, their surfaces glowing faintly, as though they held the essence of something far older than this place.

And then you saw it.

Amidst the rubble and the wild green growth, a single flower bloomed, untouched and vibrant—a shock of color against the muted ruins. Its petals were a deep, glowing emerald, their edges lined with a faint, ghostly shimmer.

You tried to touch it. At first, it was barely perceptible—a strange, pulling sensation from deep within the ruins. You felt the weight of your bag lighten, the energy in your collected gems fading, their light dimming as though something was siphoning it away. Upon opening your bag, you see the once-brilliant stones turned dull, their luster draining into the flower, which now pulsed with a vivid, powerful glow.

You staggered back just as the ground beneath the flower began to tremble. Dust fell from above, and the stones around you groaned as if something massive was shifting far below. The earth cracked and parted, and slowly, something emerged from beneath the flower—a hand, immense and ancient, forged from stone and covered in moss and crystal. The hand clawed its way out of the dirt, lifting the rest of a colossal form with it. Bits of earth and stone fell away, revealing an emerald glow beneath the surface, veins of vibrant green that pulsed like the heartbeat of something that had long been dormant.

Emeraldon had risen.

The golem seemed to take in its surroundings, its head turning slowly as though awakening to a world it barely recognized. As it stood there, rising fully from the earth, it lifted a hand to its chest, over the glow of its core.

And then, it turned to you and offered... a flower, similar to the one it held.