Thorn Growth

Concrete cracks. Nature doesn’t ask permission.

Thorn Growth is the city’s revenge spell. Witches who learn it don’t study herbs — they study where herbs shouldn’t grow. Through a bus stop bench, through asphalt, through the 5th floor balcony.

One action point, a snap of fingers, and the ground splits. Black brambles, thick as wrists, shoot up with thorns like nails. No poison, no curse — just pure physical damage, 5 to 35, raw as nature itself. It’s one of the few witch spells that is fully physical, not mental or energetic.

Artifacts can cast it too — a seed kept in a pocket, a wooden bracelet that never dries.

“Don’t stand still in an alley if she has her hands in her pockets. Especially if you see roots.”