Ivory Valley—the Elves' sacred ground and eternal resting place for all Elven heroes. From this description, perhaps one would think that it was an extraordinarily grand place. But this place didn't seem any much different from other parts of the Elf Forest. Verdant and lush forest, beautiful streams, dense treetops, and bright sun light spilling in from between the leaves. Curious little wild animals like the squirrels jumped down from the branches and peered curiously from the bushes at the two guests. Ivory Valley appeared nothing more than a perfect place for a picnic.
However, the truth was otherwise.
The only sign that could symbolize Ivory Valley was the cloud of white fog permeating in the forest, but it wasn't dense enough to conceal vision. As one walked through it, one could hear indistinct and faint breathing—the sleeping spirits' hymns of glory.
And now, Rhode had stepped onto the sacred ground.
