[: 3rd POV :]
After Xerath's cataclysmic transformation had warped the very laws of existence, silence fell upon the assembly of rulers.
The seas trembled, mountains shook, and yet amidst the ruin stood a presence waiting to bloom, calm, patient, but no less terrifying in scale.
It was her turn.
Queen Caelira—the Elf Empress—stepped forward, her hair whipping against the storm conjured by Xerath's overwhelming power.
Unlike the abyssal fury of the Demon King, her aura began as a soft whisper.
It was a breath of wind, a sprout of green at her feet, the sound of leaves rustling where none should exist.
Her eyes glowed with an emerald radiance as she invoked her Class, her voice ringing with solemn clarity.
[: Class: Verdant Ruler – Bloom of Garden :]
The air shivered.
From the cracks in the scorched earth, flowers erupted in impossible profusion, vines coiling upward toward the heavens, each glowing faintly with divine luminescence.
