Into the Reservoir

Category: Covenant Sanctum

Groves wither, and our Queen weeps on barren soil. Anima, precious as water, now rare as snow. Our Queen gives of her own, shelters all beneath her boughs... but one tree does not a forest make. Your gift will be treasured and protected. Anima nourishes our roots, as hope nourishes our hearts. Ardenweald may yet flourish once more.