The scene of war, ruined cities, demon armies, and the endless churning hordes of Devourer Beasts dissolved from the projection around them, drawn back into the floor and ceiling like a tide retreating from a shore it had already claimed.
What rose in its place was something entirely different. Lush and vibrant jungle cities materialized from the mist, towering canopy structures woven between ancient trees, fairies filling the projected sky in drifting constellations of light, elves moving through the streets below with the unhurried grace of people who had not yet learned to fear what consumed the human continent.
The contrast was deliberate, a sense from the Elven continent, showing the peace it had compared to the terror consuming the Human continent. Everyone in the chamber understood that.
