You step into the clearing, and the scene before you is one of disarray. The once meticulously crafted fences, barely waist-high to a human, lie shattered and splintered across the dirt. Gnomish homes, small but intricately constructed from hollowed tree trunks and woven vines, are now broken shells.

Jagged edges of timber jut out where walls once stood, and the roofs—patchworks of moss and bark—hang precariously or lay crushed into the soil. A faint, acrid scent lingers in the air, and scorch marks streak across some of the rubble, leaving blackened trails that mar the once vibrant hues of the settlement.