Roar,
One by one, the giant dragons stood up, spread their wings, and followed the Red Dragon into the sky, disappearing into the distant sky beyond the forest.
But none of these dragons could hear the exclamations of the mages from the ruins, "Found it, here is a somewhat intact Mage Tower,"
"Oh, God, there's also a dragon corpse, a mature Green Dragon!"
...
Three towering Trees of Life stood in the forest, seemingly side by side, but separated by a few hundred meters due to their excessively lush canopies.
Under the shade that covered the sky, tens of thousands of elves shuttled through the campsite, each face lifeless, devoid of the ease and joy of life they once enjoyed.
Dozens of War Ancient Trees had long since awakened, circling the vast camp at every moment, bringing a rare comfort to the worried elves.
