Enveloped by the dusky sky light, Lucresia followed behind the elf woman wielding a strange elongated weapon, trudging deeper into the dense forest.
The other moved swiftly, her steps light as if on a wide, flat road, even amidst the forest's uneven terrain and wild undergrowth, where no paths lay—a prowess that couldn't help but evoke the "ancient skills" mentioned in old elf legends. In such tales, elves once lived across vast realms filled with forests, able to move between the trees like a gentle breeze, unlike modern elves, who had long forgotten many nature-harmonizing techniques amid their City-States of towering architecture.
Of course, Lucresia couldn't keep pace with such strides—she knew without trying.
