Mina didn't pause anymore as she spun in place, pointing next at the barren, lifeless soil beyond the walls.
"The land here isn't fertile like it used to be, I want it healthy again! Rich enough to grow anything!"
Whoom!
The ground beyond the gates rippled as though a wave had passed beneath it. Patches of dull brown transformed into a vibrant green carpet, sprouting grass, flowers, and fresh shoots of crops that shimmered with vitality. Farmers in the crowd stared, slack-jawed.
She then whirled back toward the villagers, her gaze catching on the threadbare tunics and patched trousers they wore.
"And everyone—" She declared, voice rising. "Everyone should have proper clothes! Strong, warm, and new!"
Whoom!
The entire square flashed in a ripple of light. When it faded, every man, woman, and child wore garments of fine, sturdy fabric, clean, fitted, and colorful.
