Eulàlia stands at the edge of a wheat field, marveling at the lush stalks that tower over her head. The crops sway gently in the breeze, their leaves tinged with an otherworldly shade of green. She plucks a plump grain, rolling it between her fingers. It's twice the size it should be, and she can't help but smile.

"Another bountiful harvest," she murmurs, pocketing the grain to show her sister, Núria, later.

As Eulàlia makes her way back to Remesiana, she notices more and more Green Radiance symbols adorning doors and fences. The cult's influence has spread rapidly through the port town in mere weeks, and she feels a surge of pride. After all, it's her sister who leads this movement, blessed by the mystical force that has transformed their land.

In the town square, a small crowd has gathered. Eulàlia recognizes the speaker – another Green Chosen, his eyes gleaming with an intense emerald light. She stops to listen, captivated by his words of prosperity and abundance.

"The Green Radiance has blessed us!" he proclaims. "Our crops flourish, our children grow strong. Who among you would turn away such gifts?"

Eulàlia nods along, her heart swelling with purpose. She thinks of the pamphlets in her satchel, ready to be distributed to eager converts. The message is spreading, just like the verdant hue that now tints the countryside.

As she turns to leave, Eulàlia catches sight of her reflection in a shop window. For a moment, she thinks she sees a flicker of green in her own eyes. She blinks, and it's gone. Must have been a trick of the light, she tells herself, ignoring the faint whisper at the back of her mind that suggests otherwise.

With renewed determination, Eulàlia heads towards the docks. There are newcomers to greet, more souls to introduce to the glorious Green Radiance. And tonight, she'll return to Núria, bearing news of their growing flock and that perfect grain – a small token of the bountiful future that awaits them all.

Míriam stands at the edge of the wheat field, watching the farmers' skeptical faces. The afternoon sun beats down on their weathered skin as they mutter among themselves, eyeing her sister Laia with a mixture of curiosity and distrust.

"Friends," Laia calls out, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her chest. "You've heard whispers of the Green Radiance, haven't you? Of crops that grow tall and strong, of harvests that could feed twice as many mouths?" She pauses, letting the murmurs of interest ripple through the small crowd.

Laia steps forward, her eyes shimmering with an otherworldly gleam. Míriam feels a thrill run down her spine, as she always does when her sister is about to channel the power of the Green Radiance. 

"Lo," Míriam says, gesturing to the stunted wheat around them. "See what the blessing of the Green Radiance can accomplish."

Laia raises her hands, and for a moment, Míriam swears she can see a faint green glow emanating from her sister's fingertips. The air grows thick and heavy, like the moments before a storm. The farmers shift uneasily, but their eyes remain fixed on Laia.

Suddenly, the corn begins to grow. Stalks shoot upwards, thickening and strengthening before their eyes. The sickly grey of the drought-stricken crops deepens into a rich green that tower over her head. They sway in the breeze, their kernels twice as plump as they should be. She plucks a stalk, running her fingers over its clear smooth surface.

Gasps and exclamations of awe erupt from the farmers. Núria watches their faces change from doubt to wonder. She feels a surge of pride for her sister, for the Green Radiance that has given them this gift.

Laia nods, smiling. "The Green Radiance offers this power to all who are worthy," she says. "Join us, and your families will never go hungry again."

Míriam stands at the edge of the wheat field, watching the farmers' skeptical faces. The afternoon sun beats down on their weathered skin as they mutter among themselves, eyeing her sister Laia with a mixture of curiosity and distrust.

"Friends," Laia calls out, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her chest. "You've heard whispers of the Green Radiance, haven't you? Of crops that grow tall and strong, of harvests that could feed twice as many mouths?" She pauses, letting the murmurs of interest ripple through the small crowd.

Laia steps forward, her eyes shimmering with an otherworldly gleam. Míriam feels a thrill run down her spine, as she always does when her sister is about to channel the power of the Green Radiance. 

"Lo," Míriam says, gesturing to the stunted wheat around them. "See what the blessing of the Green Radiance can accomplish."

Laia raises her hands, and for a moment, Míriam swears she can see a faint green glow emanating from her sister's fingertips. The air grows thick and heavy, like the moments before a storm. The farmers shift uneasily, but their eyes remain fixed on Laia.

Suddenly, the corn begins to grow. Stalks shoot upwards, thickening and strengthening before their eyes. The sickly grey of the drought-stricken crops deepens into a rich green that tower over her head. They sway in the breeze, their kernels twice as plump as they should be. She plucks a stalk, running her fingers over its clear smooth surface.

Gasps and exclamations of awe erupt from the farmers. Núria watches their faces change from doubt to wonder. She feels a surge of pride for her sister, for the Green Radiance that has given them this gift.

Laia nods, smiling. "The Green Radiance offers this power to all who are worthy," she says. "Join us, and your families will never go hungry again."

Míriam stands at the edge of the wheat field, watching the farmers' skeptical faces. The afternoon sun beats down on their weathered skin as they mutter among themselves, eyeing her sister Laia with a mixture of curiosity and distrust.

"Friends," Laia calls out, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her chest. "You've heard whispers of the Green Radiance, haven't you? Of crops that grow tall and strong, of harvests that could feed twice as many mouths?" She pauses, letting the murmurs of interest ripple through the small crowd.

Laia steps forward, her eyes shimmering with an otherworldly gleam. Míriam feels a thrill run down her spine, as she always does when her sister is about to channel the power of the Green Radiance. 

"Lo," Míriam says, gesturing to the stunted wheat around them. "See what the blessing of the Green Radiance can accomplish."

Laia raises her hands, and for a moment, Míriam swears she can see a faint green glow emanating from her sister's fingertips. The air grows thick and heavy, like the moments before a storm. The farmers shift uneasily, but their eyes remain fixed on Laia.

Suddenly, the corn begins to grow. Stalks shoot upwards, thickening and strengthening before their eyes. The sickly grey of the drought-stricken crops deepens into a rich green that tower over her head. They sway in the breeze, their kernels twice as plump as they should be. She plucks a stalk, running her fingers over its clear smooth surface.

Gasps and exclamations of awe erupt from the farmers. Núria watches their faces change from doubt to wonder. She feels a surge of pride for her sister, for the Green Radiance that has given them this gift.

Laia nods, smiling. "The Green Radiance offers this power to all who are worthy," she says. "Join us, and your families will never go hungry again."

Míriam stands at the edge of the wheat field, watching the farmers' skeptical faces. The afternoon sun beats down on their weathered skin as they mutter among themselves, eyeing her sister Laia with a mixture of curiosity and distrust.

"Friends," Laia calls out, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her chest. "You've heard whispers of the Green Radiance, haven't you? The new god rising, after the Dark God's fall? Of crops that grow twice as tall?" She pauses, letting the murmurs of interest ripple through the small crowd.

Laia steps forward, her eyes shimmering with an otherworldly gleam. Míriam feels a thrill run down her spine, as she always does when her sister is about to channel the power of the Green Radiance. 

"Lo," Míriam says, gesturing to the stunted wheat around them. "See what the blessing of the Green Radiance can accomplish."

Laia raises her hands, and for a moment, Míriam swears she can see a faint green glow emanating from her sister's fingertips. The air grows thick and heavy, like the moments before a storm. The farmers shift uneasily, but their eyes remain fixed on Laia.

Suddenly, the corn begins to grow. Stalks shoot upwards, thickening and strengthening before their eyes. The sickly grey of the drought-stricken crops deepens into a rich green that tower over her head. They sway in the breeze, their kernels twice as plump as they should be. She plucks a stalk, running her fingers over its clear smooth surface.

Gasps and exclamations of awe erupt from the farmers. Núria watches their faces change from doubt to wonder. She feels a surge of pride for her sister, for the Green Radiance that has given them this gift.

Laia nods, smiling. "The Green Radiance offers this power to all who are worthy," she says. "Join us, and your families will never go hungry again."

Míriam stands at the edge of the wheat field, watching the farmers' skeptical faces. The afternoon sun beats down on their weathered skin as they mutter among themselves, eyeing her sister Laia with a mixture of curiosity and distrust.

"Friends," Laia calls out, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her chest. "You've heard whispers of the Green Radiance, haven't you? The new god rising, after the Dark God's fall? Of crops that grow twice as tall?" She pauses, letting the murmurs of interest ripple through the small crowd.

Laia steps forward, her eyes shimmering with an otherworldly gleam. Míriam feels a thrill run down her spine, as she always does when her sister is about to channel the power of the Green Radiance. 

"Lo," Míriam says, gesturing to the stunted wheat around them. "See what the blessing of the Green Radiance can accomplish."

Laia raises her hands, and for a moment, Míriam swears she can see a faint green glow emanating from her sister's fingertips. The air grows thick and heavy, like the moments before a storm. The farmers shift uneasily, but their eyes remain fixed on Laia.

Suddenly, the corn begins to grow. The sickly grey of the drought-stricken crops deepens into a rich green stalks that that tower over her head, swaying in the breeze. She plucks a stalk, running her fingers over its clear smooth surface.

Gasps and exclamations of awe erupt from the farmers. Núria watches their faces change from doubt to wonder. She feels a surge of pride for her sister, for the Green Radiance that has given them this gift.

Laia nods, smiling. "The Green Radiance offers this power to all who are worthy," she says. "Join us, and your families will never go hungry again."

Míriam stands at the edge of the cornfield, watching the farmers' skeptical faces. The afternoon sun beats down on their weathered skin as they mutter among themselves, eyeing her sister Laia with a mixture of curiosity and distrust.

"Friends," Laia calls out, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her chest. "You've heard whispers of the Green Radiance, haven't you? The new god rising, after the Dark God's fall? Of crops that grow twice as tall?" She pauses, letting the murmurs of interest ripple through the small crowd.

Laia steps forward, her eyes shimmering with an otherworldly gleam. Míriam feels a thrill run down her spine, as she always does when her sister is about to channel the power of the Green Radiance. 

"Lo," Míriam says, gesturing to the stunted wheat around them. "See what the blessing of the Green Radiance can accomplish."

Laia raises her hands, and for a moment, Míriam swears she can see a faint green glow emanating from her sister's fingertips. The air grows thick and heavy, like the moments before a storm. The farmers shift uneasily, but their eyes remain fixed on Laia.

Suddenly, the corn begins to grow. The sickly grey of the drought-stricken crops deepens into a rich green stalks that that tower over her head, swaying in the breeze. 

Gasps and exclamations of awe erupt from the farmers. Núria watches their faces change from doubt to wonder. She feels a surge of pride for her sister, for the Green Radiance that has given them this gift.

Laia nods, smiling. "The Green Radiance offers this power to all who are worthy," she says. "Join us, and your families will never go hungry again."

Míriam stands at the edge of the cornfield, watching the farmers' skeptical faces. The afternoon sun beats down on their weathered skin as they mutter among themselves, eyeing her sister Laia with a mixture of curiosity and distrust.

"Friends," Laia calls out, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her chest. "You've heard whispers of the Green Radiance, haven't you? The new god rising, after the Dark God's fall? Of crops that grow twice as tall?" She pauses, letting the murmurs of interest ripple through the small crowd.

Laia steps forward, her eyes shimmering with an otherworldly gleam. Míriam feels a thrill run down her spine, as she always does when her sister is about to channel the power of the Green Radiance. 

"Lo," Míriam says, gesturing to the stunted wheat around them. "See what the blessing of the Green Radiance can accomplish."

Laia raises her hands, and for a moment, Míriam swears she can see a faint green glow emanating from her sister's fingertips. The air grows thick and heavy, like the moments before a storm. The farmers shift uneasily, but their eyes remain fixed on Laia.

Suddenly, the corn begins to grow, rapidly. The sickly grey of the drought-stricken crops deepens into a rich green stalks that that tower over her head, swaying in the breeze. 

Gasps and exclamations of awe erupt from the farmers. Núria watches their faces change from doubt to wonder. She feels a surge of pride for her sister, for the Green Radiance that has given them this gift.

Laia nods, smiling. "The Green Radiance offers this power to all who are worthy," she says. "Join us, and your families will never go hungry again."

Míriam stands at the edge of the cornfield, watching the farmers' skeptical faces. The afternoon sun beats down on their weathered skin as they mutter among themselves, eyeing her sister Laia with a mixture of curiosity and distrust.

"Friends," Laia calls out, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her chest. "You've heard whispers of the Green Radiance, haven't you? The new god rising, after the Dark God's fall? Of crops that grow twice as tall?" She pauses, letting the murmurs of interest ripple through the small crowd.

Laia steps forward, her eyes shimmering with an otherworldly gleam. Míriam feels a thrill run down her spine, as she always does when her sister is about to channel the power of the Green Radiance. 

"Lo," Míriam says, gesturing to the stunted wheat around them. "See what the blessing of the Green Radiance can accomplish."

Laia raises her hands, and for a moment, Míriam swears she can see a faint green glow emanating from her sister's fingertips. The air grows thick and heavy, like the moments before a storm. The farmers shift uneasily, but their eyes remain fixed on Laia.

Suddenly, the grey, drought-stricken corn begins to grow, rapidly, almost more than than it would in a whole season, rising up into a tangle of rich green stalks that that tower over her head, swaying in the breeze. 

Gasps and exclamations of awe erupt from the farmers. Núria watches their faces change from doubt to wonder. She feels a surge of pride for her sister, for the Green Radiance that has given them this gift.

Laia nods, smiling. "The Green Radiance offers this power to all who are worthy," she says. "Join us, and your families will never go hungry again."

Míriam stands at the edge of the cornfield, watching the farmers' skeptical faces. The afternoon sun beats down on their weathered skin as they mutter among themselves, eyeing her sister Laia with a mixture of curiosity and distrust.

"Friends," Laia calls out, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her chest. "You've heard whispers of the Green Radiance, haven't you? The new god rising, after the Dark God's fall? Of crops that grow twice as tall?" She pauses, letting the murmurs of interest ripple through the small crowd.

Laia steps forward, her eyes shimmering with an otherworldly gleam. Míriam feels a thrill run down her spine, as she always does when her sister is about to channel the power of the Green Radiance. 

"Lo," Míriam says, gesturing to the stunted wheat around them. "See what the blessing of the Green Radiance can accomplish."

Laia raises her hands, and for a moment, Míriam can almost see a faint green glow emanating from her sister's fingertips. The air grows thick and heavy, like the moments before a storm. The farmers shift uneasily, but their eyes remain fixed on Laia.

Suddenly, the grey, drought-stricken corn begins to grow, rapidly, almost more than than it would in a whole season, rising up into a tangle of rich green stalks that that tower over her head, swaying in the breeze. 

Gasps and exclamations of awe erupt from the farmers. Núria watches their faces change from doubt to wonder. She feels a surge of pride for her sister, for the Green Radiance that has given them this gift.

Laia nods, smiling. "The Green Radiance offers this power to all who are worthy," she says. "Join us, and you will never go hungry again."

Míriam stands at the edge of the cornfield, watching the farmers' skeptical faces. The afternoon sun beats down on their weathered skin as they mutter among themselves, eyeing her sister Laia with a mixture of curiosity and distrust.

"Friends," Laia calls out, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her chest. "You've heard whispers of the Green Radiance, haven't you? The new god rising, after the Dark God's fall? Of crops that grow twice as tall?" She pauses, letting the murmurs of interest ripple through the small crowd.

Laia steps forward, her eyes shimmering with an otherworldly gleam. Míriam feels a thrill run down her spine, as she always does when her sister is about to channel the power of the Green Radiance. 

"Lo," Míriam says, gesturing to the stunted wheat around them. "See what the blessing of the Green Radiance can accomplish."

Laia raises her hands, and for a moment, Míriam can almost see a faint green glow emanating from her sister's fingertips. The air grows thick and heavy, like the moments before a storm. The farmers shift uneasily, but their eyes remain fixed on Laia.

Suddenly, the grey, drought-stricken corn begins to grow, rapidly, almost more than than it would in a whole season, rising up into a tangle of rich green stalks that that tower over her head, swaying in the breeze. 

Gasps and exclamations of awe erupt from the farmers. Núria watches their faces change from doubt to wonder. She feels a surge of pride for her sister, for the Green Radiance that has given them this gift.

Laia nods, smiling. "The Green Radiance offers this power to all who are worthy," she says. "Join us, and you will never go hungry again."

Míriam stands at the edge of the cornfield, watching the farmers' skeptical faces. The afternoon sun beats down on their weathered skin as they mutter among themselves, eyeing her sister Laia with a mixture of curiosity and distrust.

"Friends," Laia calls out, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her chest. "You've heard whispers of the Green Radiance, haven't you? The new god rising, after the Dark God's fall? Of crops that grow twice as tall?" She pauses, letting the murmurs of interest ripple through the small crowd.

Laia steps forward, her eyes shimmering with an otherworldly gleam. Míriam feels a thrill run down her spine, as she always does when her sister is about to channel the power of the Green Radiance. 

"Lo," Míriam says, gesturing to the stunted wheat around them. "See what the blessing of the Green Radiance can accomplish."

Laia raises her hands, and for a moment, Míriam can almost see a faint green glow emanating from her sister's fingertips. The air grows thick and heavy, like the moments before a storm. The farmers shift uneasily, but their eyes remain fixed on Laia.

Suddenly, the grey, drought-stricken corn begins to grow, rapidly, almost more than than it would in a whole season, rising up into a tangle of rich green stalks that that tower over her head, swaying in the breeze. 

Gasps and exclamations of awe erupt from the farmers. Núria watches their faces change from doubt to wonder. She feels a surge of pride for her sister, for the Green Radiance that has given them this gift.

Laia nods, smiling. "The Green Radiance offers this power to all who are worthy," she says. "Join us, and you will never go hungry again."