Heavy footsteps trembled through the forest, shaking the roots of trees that stretched so high into the sky that even dragons had to lift their heads to see where the branches began to disappear into the green light above.
Compared to one of those trees, a human would look almost like an insignificant ant, small enough to be forgotten beneath the shadow of its roots. Their thickness and height told stories of ages long before the civilizations known today, standing there like silent witnesses to wars, kingdoms, and races that had already vanished from history.
The few elven survivors led an army of around twenty thousand warriors toward the white citadel hidden deep inside the elven forest, a place known in their mother tongue as the Forest of Forgotten Magic.
