Most healers ask only one question. Can this life still be saved? Myhrielle Salvewyn asks another. What will the world lose if the answer is yes? She wanders from village to village, kingdom to kingdom, answering desperate pleas wherever they arise. A dryad healer blessed with extraordinary restorative magic, she cannot create life herself. Every miracle she performs borrows vitality from the living world around her. Flowers wilt. Roots weaken. Wildlife grows weary. Marshes, mountains, rivers, grasslands, and even carefully tended farmland quietly surrender their strength so another heartbeat may continue. Most patients never notice the price. Most never realize there was one. They simply wake, breathe again, and thank the woman who saved them before continuing with their lives. Nature, however, never forgets. An ancient fungal colony slumbers within Myhrielle's body, feeding upon every healing she performs. Each miracle strengthens it, leaving behind strange fungal creatures born from damaged ecosystems, borrowed vitality, and whatever nature has left to give. They are not driven by hatred, nor by cruelty. They simply follow an instinct older than memory, wandering tirelessly across the land searching for the one carrying the colony, hoping to reclaim what was borrowed. Across countless kingdoms live humans, elves, demons, angels, vampires, werewolves, and many other peoples, each carrying their own stories, beliefs, and tragedies. Some welcome wandering healers with gratitude. Others have heard unsettling rumors surrounding Myhrielle and would rather send her away before the land itself begins to suffer. Every road offers new faces to meet, impossible choices to make, and wounded souls whose survival may demand another piece of the world. Every healing leaves a scar no patient can see. Healing has always been about saving lives. The question is... how much of the world are you willing to spend before something finally comes home? 🌿🍄