Rain marveled at the elves' architecture, every curve and line an exquisite testament to their craftsmanship.
Santi led them to the meeting room, and as they entered, the interior revealed itself to be even more remarkable. The room was a harmonious blend of natural elements and elven magic, with walls that seemed to breathe, illuminated by a soft, ethereal glow. Intricate patterns danced across the ceiling, casting a mesmerizing play of light and shadow that shifted with every movement.
Rain couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder, as if he had stepped into a realm where nature and artistry intertwined seamlessly.
He couldn't fathom how the Sand Elves achieved it, but the room felt as though it was crafted from the very elements of the desert itself — sand and carved rock, suspended by unseen magic.
The architecture defied gravity and logic, leaving Rain in awe of the mystical craftsmanship of the Sand Elves.
