Eternal Song Forest.
An eternal twilight shrouded this place, as if time itself had slowed its pace here.
The Elf Spring, once flowing with a silvery brilliance, had been reduced to a mere trickle. Silver-roofed buildings carved with ancient Runes still stood, but they were mostly silent, with only a few scattered windows showing a faint glimmer of light.
Towering yews and silver birches cast long shadows through the woods. A few hurried figures could occasionally be seen passing through, but the bustling scenes of the past were gone.
An unseen tension filled the air; even the falling leaves seemed to carry a sense of vigilance.
Clad in Light Armor, an Elf Patrol Team moved silently along the forest paths, their sharp eyes constantly scanning every dark corner. The entire forest was shrouded in an atmosphere of high alert.
Deep within an ancient stone fortress built into a mountain at the edge of the forest, the light abruptly dimmed.
