"Your Majesty may not know this, but the Elf Race isn't as united and harmonious as you might imagine. Different philosophies, different living environments, and even different interpretations of 'Nature' and 'Life' have created profound rifts and disagreements…"
Oldes's calm voice drifted through the sun-drenched, verdant forest. Leaning on his staff, he trod across the soft, thick grass, occasionally stepping over boulders and decaying logs that blocked the path.
Beside him, Chen Yu floated along on a peculiar Stone Sword, keeping pace with him and listening intently to his meandering explanation.
The cool autumn breeze seemed to dissolve in the sunlight, transforming into nutrients that nourished the forest. Even as the season turned, the surrounding flowers, grasses, and vines remained delightfully verdant, painting a picture of vibrant life.
