The stars were no longer quiet.
And on Nexera, more people were beginning to hear them.
Far beyond Nexera's sky, beyond the hidden fleets and the drifting wreck, the living green ship continued its path through the dark.
But this was not where its story had started.
Not with pursuit.
Not with fear.
Not with red marks following behind it.
Its journey had started under the shade of a tree so large that even from space, it looked impossible.
The Elven homeworld was called Sylvarion.
It was not just bigger than Nexera. It was dozens of times larger, vast enough that even its oceans looked like shining mirrors spread between endless continents.
But what made the world truly unforgettable was not its size.
It was the tree.
The Eternal Worldtree rose from the heart of Sylvarion and covered nearly half the planet with its crown.
