The faint shimmer of moonlight peeked through the treetop canopy as Eirana—cloaked in dusky brown and green—emerged from the deeper shadows that lined the outskirts of the Elven settlement. Her breath was silent, measured. Every step she took was rooted in discipline, the culmination of years spent mastering the Nullcarvers' fourth-stage Qi concealment techniques.
She crouched behind a curved bark wall shaped by mana-weaving techniques and took one final look behind her. The trail through Deadroot was gone, swallowed by the colorful and radiant Elven forest all around her. There was no turning back.
She'd made it.
Infiltration complete.
Now came the real test.
The Elven settlement, Ethla'mir, was breathtaking in its design — a city cradled within the mighty branches and roots of the Ancient Silverwood Tree, its buildings crafted not with brute tools but guided by magic and grown into elegant arches, spiral walkways, and flower-lit lanes.
