Vincent and his team, consisting of Alpha 1, Alpha 3, Alpha 4, Alpha 5, and Eamon, were escorted through the forest by the elven warriors and archers. The soft glow of the bioluminescent plants provided a gentle light, guiding their path.
They walked in silence, the only sounds being the rustle of leaves underfoot and the occasional distant cries of wounded elves. Vincent couldn't help but admire the natural beauty around him, even amidst the destruction. The trees were unlike any he had seen before, their trunks massive and ancient, with roots that twisted and turned like the tendrils of some giant creature.
As they continued deeper into the forest, the path began to incline slightly, leading them towards a large, elevated clearing. In the center of this clearing stood a collection of tree houses, intricately built into the massive trunks of the ancient trees. These structures were connected by wooden bridges that swayed gently in the breeze.
