The magic of the Trollwoods responded. Vines began to pulse with a rhythmic green light, weaving themselves into a protective lattice. The ground didn't shake; it shivered with new life. As the melody peaked, the grey ash dissolved into a shower of golden spores, seeding the forest with flowers that bloomed in an instant.

While other trolls spent their days perfecting the art of the "Thundering Stomp" or the "Ear-Splitting Grunt," Hugo was different. He didn't want to shake the earth; he wanted to make it sing. He discovered that by whistling a certain low note, he could make the bioluminescent fungi glow in patterns that told stories of the stars. By weaving blades of silver-grass together, he could create charms that kept the biting frost-midges at bay.

A magical decay that represents a literal "loss of harmony" in nature.