Chapter 815 A Challenge

High atop the tallest spire structure, crafted from the living heart of an ancient tree, Eldermage Illyrion stood, her gaze fixed upon the spectacle unfolding below. The descent of supplies into the embrace of the forest was a sight to behold, a harmonious blend of Celestial Platoon's technological prowess and the natural magic of the Silverleaf Covenant. Her eyes, ageless pools reflecting centuries of wisdom and battles fought, watched as the cargo landed with precision in the clearings, the forest itself seeming to make way for this influx of aid.

The aid was not just for this world but extended across many others where her forces were engaged in a relentless struggle against the darkness. This realization filled her with a complex mixture of emotions. Relief and gratitude warred with a deeper, more introspective concern. The alliance with the Celestial Platoon, brokered through trust and mutual need, was a significant advantage, yet it came with an unknown cost.