"What is this place?" Zorgrath asked, falling to the ground.
Gerard sat beside the usually stoic lizard man now laying face down in the dirt. Mana depletion took its toll, and Gerard's vision grew blurry and his fingertips felt numb.
"A realm of my creation."
"What are you? A god?"
"Nothing is the sort. Just a man."
"What do we call this place?"
"Hmm..." Gerard ran a hand through his hair as he hummed. "How Evergarden? I want this place to be a safe haven for those who need it and will work for it."
"I think that's a lovely name."
As the portal closed behind them, Gerard and the leaders of the tribes found themselves standing on the lush, untamed land of Evergarden. The air was filled with a crisp freshness, carrying the scents of vibrant flora and the distant sound of chirping birds. They were surrounded by a vast expanse of untouched wilderness, a canvas awaiting their touch.