The Meeting

As we stepped through the shimmering portal, I felt the familiar shift of space—a brief moment of weightlessness—before we emerged into the grand halls of the Elven Palace.

It was as majestic as I remembered: elegant spires reaching high, woven with silver and emerald-colored magic, and intricate runes glowing softly along the walls. The air itself felt lighter, humming with natural energy.

But before I could take another step, a group of high-ranking elves—adorned in ceremonial armor and flowing robes—were already waiting. Their expressions were unreadable, but their sharp, piercing gazes told me they weren't here just to greet us.

"Stand still," one of them ordered coolly.

I glanced at Luviyah, who gave me a small nod.

"They need to verify that you are not carrying any concealed curses or dark magic," she explained.