Fast forward three weeks since Auren had awoken...
Deep in the heart of Aetherhorn, nestled within a grove kissed by golden sunlight and veiled in ancient mist, stood a towering figure- a colossal humanoid Velzar Tree.
It rose gracefully from the earth, its bark gleaming with a faint emerald sheen, while its branches stretched skyward like open arms blessing the canopy above. The leaves shimmered with hues of jade and opal, casting a gentle glow that calmed the soul.
This was no ordinary tree- it was Queen Elarya, in her Grand Velzar form, silently standing sentinel beneath the protection of the Aetherthorn.
Elves moved around her in reverence. Some carefully pruned curling vines, others caressed the warm, bark-textured folds of her body with soothing chants. A few poured silvery liquid from ornate flasks into the soil around her roots- a sacred tonic brewed to keep her form vibrant and whole.
