"Alright..." The trees' response was slow but powerful, as they swayed their bodies, creating a rustling sound. It was the language of the forests communicating amongst themselves, a language only trees could understand. With the help of wind and water flow, the plea for assistance quickly spread through the forests in the western part of Salantir, resulting in a chorus of rustling sounds.
Caidi gently caressed the rough bark with his hand, expressing his gratitude through this gesture. Besides the elves, only trees on this continent possess eternal life. They record the passage of time with their roots, stems, and leaves and bear eternal friendships. Even giant dragons do not have this privilege.
"What should we do..." the trees asked the elf standing in front of them. Although they spoke at an exceptionally slow pace, they could quickly understand Caidi's words. While some places required repetition, the whole forest became active, and the terrain was undergoing a change.
