The Elf (4)

The forest was still, the sunlight from above obscured by the thick foliage of leaves. The creatures in the forest had disappeared as if they had been terrified by something. Only the sweet and pungent smell of flowers dancing in the wind. In the gloomy shadows thrown by the tall and dark trees, there was a faint rustle in the underbrush.

From the moment the players had entered multiple new lives had been born. In the air, a soft ethereal voice sang quietly, if Ling Zheng was here at this moment, he would instantly recognize it as the song to capture spirits. Except this song was very strange, not like the devout greed in Ling Zheng's voice but more like a sacred ritual, a solemn oath.