The deep green wove overhead into a canopy, scattering light upon the grassland, where the Heavenly God with his bright brush delineated a painting. A city lay like a slumbering giant at the heart of the thick forest, its roots spreading out into streams, all trees reaching toward it with their branches, yet maintaining a distance. This vegetation formed a natural ring, encircling the Elf City at the center.
Elves continuously descended the thick roots like scattered seeds touching earth, giving Lyle a brief glance before turning to attend to their own affairs. Several wand-bearing Elves with pale green luminescence in their hands, under the spells, cultivated new branches in place of the old and broken parts in the soil.
Irason didn't lead Lyle into this splendid city, but instead took a turn toward a secluded treehouse in the Ring of the Forest.