Shortly after, they underwent a funeral ceremony held directly beneath the giant tree for those who had lost their lives. There was not a dry eye, the pain they had endured finally broke free, rushing out like a torrent and spreading like wildfire.
The elders stood at the forefront, chanting few spells that enveloped the tree in golden light. Moments later, particles of light with the same color descended, drifting gently downward like snowflakes, not only healing the wounds of each person but also saving the lives of every plant within a one-kilometer radius and beautifying the forest that grew thanks to the sacrifice of the Elven's Heart.
After the ceremony, not a single elf remained within the kingdom. They all departed, paying their final respects to them and to the commander and vice commander who stood side by side, hands clasped together and transformed into two connected tree trunks.
