The days passed, marking a strange transition for the elves of the World Tree. Vollua, once rocked by pain and survival, was now filled with a new energy.
It was no longer simply resilience or contained fear. No. Something deeper had taken root in their hearts.
A hope that was fragile, but burning with intensity.
The full moon was approaching, and with it the promise of a unique event in the history of their people.
The elves had become a hive of activity. Each individual had found a role, a task, a duty.
Some groups took care of the upkeep of the dwellings still standing, while others prepared feasts worthy of a sacred ceremony. The children of the World Tree were about to be reborn, and although no one knew exactly what that meant, everyone was preparing to welcome this miracle.