The air went still as the rune slowly disappeared. Castan's gaze widened at the sight before him.
A colossal, awe-inspiring figure towered amid the shattered ruins and splintered pavements of the elven kingdom.
With every thunderous step, the ground trembled as if the world itself recognized its presence.
Its massive trunk swept through the air in a graceful arc as it surveyed the world around it.
All the elves watched in awe, their eyes wide open in reverie as the figure moved through the street.
As it moved, lush greenery erupted in its wake, the earth itself seeming to honor its ancient mother.
Each of the elves bowed deeply as it walked past them.
Despite its sheer size, they weren't scared by the beast at the slightest.
Castan's eyes shone with astonishment as he saw the beast that had appeared in front of him, tears almost leaking from his eyes.
A wild, unfamiliar joy surged in his chest, bubbling into laughter as pure ecstasy swept through him.
