Can you feel it?

Player: "Feel what?"

Corruption. Darkness. Death. Spreading through the earth.

Player: "Yes...I feel the disturbed Aether...."

The Severed Gnarls spread their bitter poison.

They blacken the land with toxins.

You feel it, Daeva. Will you not help?

Player: Accept.

Severed Gnarls hide underground. Look for their stunted branches sticking up from the soil.

Player: "I'll pull them up to the light."

The Gnarls are dead.

Player: "How did you know?"

I sensed it in the earth. You are a great champion of nature, Daeva.