Chapter 88: Receiving a gift

The sun was already high, piercing the thick foliage that formed a protective canopy over the sacred clearing. Foster watched in silence, leaning against an ancient tree, arms folded, attentive to the precise movements of the elven dancers. They were few in number, barely twenty-five survivors of the World Tree, but their energy vibrated in unison with surprising grace.

Köflik, positioned in front of them, guided every movement with natural firmness, his strong hands and powerful body expressing themselves with remarkable fluidity. The group executed each step with confidence, drawing delicate, intricate figures on the floor, to the rhythm of the ancient chants that rose softly around them.