The Elvin Town.
Council Of Elders.
Inside the grove, the council sat in a circle around the shimmering Pond of Visions, its surface as still as glass. The water within the pond reflected more than just the forest—it showed the ongoing trials taking place within its heart. The images rippled faintly, revealing figures moving through the dense woods.
The elders observed in silence, their expressions ranging from curiosity to skepticism. Among them was Ethranel, the elder with his iconic long, flowing beard and eyes as sharp as an eagle's. His gaze lingered on the intruders—humans, some cloaked in black, and others disguised poorly enough to offend even the least discerning eye.
Finally, Ethranel scoffed and broke the silence, his voice deep and laced with disdain. "I told you, there was no need to worry. Even if that human boy's words were true, there is nothing to fear."
