The trio of elves finally reached the clearing where the world tree stood, its towering form radiant with a soft golden light.
Even amidst the ancient corruption it had endured, the sacred tree still retained a majestic beauty that made their breath catch in awe.
Its leaves shimmered like silver in sunlight, and the roots pulsed faintly with life, as though drawing strength from the earth beneath.
One of the elves stepped forward, unable to hide his excitement.
"It's even more beautiful than the stories. This… this is the heart of our people. The source of everything."
He murmured, voice trembling.
The second nodded, though more hesitant.
"They say the greatest elves of the old world used to sit beneath this tree and receive visions. Wisdom. Power."
The third, the most reckless of them, gave a small smirk.
"Then it's about time we see what the legends were talking about."
