Chapter 13

The City of the Rising Star greeted Arden with a beautiful, sunny day and the humdrum of everyday life. Much like Arden just days ago, the villagers had been carefree, oblivious to the impending doom. He hurried toward the main tree, resembling more of a miniature forest with its intricate ecosystem. Towering trees intertwined, forming a maze of colossal roots and endless branches that bore the weight of elves' homes.

Without difficulty, Arden located the high priest standing near the tree. An elderly elf with flowing white hair adorned in the traditional elf gown of light green and white, the high priest engaged in a calm discussion with two other elves, seemingly offering guidance, judging by their conversational tone.

Arden positioned himself at a distance that allowed the conversation to remain private yet close enough to signal he would be next in line.