Canna watched as the Sylphirs, a race of ethereal beings, began the intricate process of transferring their dwelling into his domain.
Unlike the Verdant Wardens, who relied on their deep connection to the earth to move their village, the Sylphirs' method was vastly different—mystical and mesmerizing. Their movements were graceful, their magic ancient and powerful, as they wove spells that seemed to blend seamlessly with the very fabric of nature.
The entire process was a spectacle of elegance and precision. The Sylphirs chanted in a harmonious, melodic language that resonated with the elements, causing the air around them to shimmer with energy. Trees, plants, and even the very soil of their homeland began to rise and float, guided by the Sylphirs' will. The sky above glowed with soft, iridescent light as the spirits of the forest responded to the call of the Sylphirs, aiding in the relocation of their sacred grove.
