Tenrick followed Willow through an arched gateway of curved and twisted tree trunks. Even he, with his nonexistent magical senses, could tell it was a portal. And he had heard about it from Willow before they arrived. It was the portal that would take them to the center of Arboria, where all notable ceremonies and gatherings involving the majority of the elves were held.
However, hearing about it before did nothing to minimize the amazement Tenrick felt as soon as he laid eyes upon the towering expanse of flora of all kinds.
Trees seemed to make up the foundation and structure of the amphitheater. Vines and flowers adorned those trees with minimalist extravagance.
There was no way trees and plants would form a building such as this on their own. But it was too natural for someone to have built it.
'"Now entering, Willow. Candidate number 374."'
Tenrick glanced around, trying to find the source of the voice, but with no success. He turned to Willow.
