The further they walked, the more Eccar realized just how vast the Elven kingdom truly was.
What they had seen until now, the high towers of the palace made by silver-white stone and woods, the elegant bridges woven seamlessly into the boughs of trees, and the lively markets and flowing rivers, had only been the heart of it.
Now, guided by Lyrel and Caelthar, they passed through districts upon districts. That each one was still brimming with life and culture.
Everywhere there were Elves doing their activities like craftsmen shaping weapons and jewelry, children playing under the watchful shade of enormous trees, and the scholars wandering with scrolls tucked beneath their arms.
But what stunned Eccar most was not the number of people or the breadth of the kingdom. It was how seamlessly the Elves had built their lives into the forest itself.
The colossal trees stretched endlessly toward the skies. Their canopies form a ceiling of emerald and gold light.
