Deep within the heart of the Silver Woods, the World Tree pulsed with a steady, rhythmic heartbeat that resonated through the souls of every living creature in the forest.
Inside the amber-lit war room carved directly into the colossal trunk of the ancient tree, Queen Aelinor slowly lowered her staff. The blinding, emerald light that had wreathed her body began to fade.
The ethereal leaves of pure life energy that had served as her hair settled, returning to their natural, cascading golden blonde.
For the past several hours, she had been projecting her 8th-Order authority hundreds of miles away. Using her Domain: Absolute Life, she had extended the World Tree's massive root network to seamlessly lock down the borders between the Silver Woods and the collapsing Dragon Empire.
Any fleeing Void Cultists attempting to slip into the neutral elven zones had been instantly located and crushed beneath the earth by her suffocating, unyielding vines.
