Crunching sounds echoed atop the hills as the group climbed in silence.
The leader of the group was Gratiana, leader of the Elven Guardians of the Western Shore of the Continent.
Behind her were the forty-eight Elves that she led, and all of them were ascending the rather tall hill. The deep and thick forest had grown distant behind them, and their gaze was set on something that existed beyond this final obstacle of theirs.
Finally, after reaching the top of the hill, they cast their gazes down and set their eyes on the civilization that existed below.
—The Elven Community.
The sight itself was breathtaking.
From the apex of a towering hill, one could behold the radiant world woven into the verdant embrace of nature's splendor. A mix of colors danced beneath the azure sky, as the sun's golden rays caressed the lush foliage and kissed the earth below.
