The Hollow Glow ​The canopy of the Aethelwood didn't just provide shade; it hummed with the vibration of raw potential. In the village of Oakhaven, the Forest was not a place of mystery, but a marketplace. One could walk into the emerald mist and emerge with eyes that glowed like embers, granting the ability to see through lies. Another might return with a voice like honeyed silk, capable of charming the most hardened hearts into total submission.​To the people of Oakhaven, magic was the ultimate currency. Why labor at a craft when a "Glow" could illuminate the path to hidden treasures?