Orzaroth Elves
Far away, in the shimmering, mystical realm of Orzaroth, beneath the dense canopy of its ancient forest, an otherworldly ceremony was taking place.
The towering trees swayed gently, their leaves whispering in a language older than time, while the air crackled with an electric energy that seemed to pulse from the very earth itself.
The elves of this realm were gathered in reverence, forming an immaculate circle around a massive, glowing tree—the Tree of Life.
The tree's colossal roots dug deep into the soil, pulsing with an inner light that gave life to the entire forest.
Its branches reached toward the heavens, their tips seemingly brushing the very stars, while its leaves glimmered with an ethereal glow.
The elves, adorned in flowing robes of green and gold, stood silent, their sharp, angular faces turned toward the tree in anticipation.
Their leader, Prince Fernon, stood at the center, his presence commanding and regal.