Elf Country Tirion,
This small world, guarded by the Elf Clan for generations, is gently embraced by a boundless forest. Every inch of land flows with an ancient and mysterious aura, as if painted by the hands of the Elf Gods themselves into a stunningly beautiful canvas.
Stepping into Tirion's forest feels like entering a dreamland forgotten by time.
Sunlight pierces through the layers of leaves, falling like golden threads, weaving mottled patterns of light and shadow on the leaf-covered ground.
Towering trees stand like silent giants, reaching skyward, their branches thick and twisted, as if engraved with the wrinkles of time.
The bark is covered with a thick layer of moss, like a green carpet swaying gently in the breeze, telling the ancient stories of the forest.
Yet this time, as Lis arrived in Tirion, he keenly sensed a subtle change in the usually peaceful and harmonious atmosphere of the small world.
