The once radiant World Tree now stands like a colossal tower engulfed by flames, from its crown to its roots, all shrouded in a wild sea of fire. Its branches and leaves, which once shone with the light of life, now torn as if by a Demon's Claw, are charred and fragmented, swaying in agony against the night sky. The golden bark is stripped away by the fierce fire, exposing the crimson heartwood beneath, as if the tree is bleeding, its lamenting cries echoing amidst the crackling fire to the heavens.
The Elf Imperial Court of the World Tree, once a peaceful abode, is now a ruin. The towering Elf Tower collapsed, the brilliant magic gemstone windows shattered in the fire, scattering crystals across the ground like tears. The gardens' fountains dried up, leaving only scorched earth and debris. The exquisite statues and murals, twisted and deformed in the flames, transform the elves' elegant features into grotesque expressions, as if narrating endless pain and despair.
