The natural mana in the room spiked higher than any of them had ever felt before. The three elves had only heard the stories of their queen using her mastery skill. The last recorded happening was when they had the passing of the fire elf queen over one hundred and fifty years ago.
The vines that had overtaken the room were forming themselves in to countless elven shapes. Some held bows. Others held crafting tools, even more held magical staffs and grimoires. These were the most notable figured and leaders of the forest elven people.
"What is this?" Remey spoke for the entire party while falling in to a defensive formation with the others. The only ones that did not move were the three levels. Instead, Alma gave them a fearful look.
