"Life has indeed returned to our kingdom… and from the looks of it, it will be a long time before it goes away," Ancestor Ilya said softly, her aged eyes filled with a deep sense of peace as she looked around the Ancestral Hall, now brimming with life.
The once solemn and sacred place had transformed into a sanctuary of blooming flowers, twining vines, and lush greenery. The very air felt fresher, and the scent of blossoms carried hope with it.
All around, the elves looked on with joy in their eyes and awe in their expressions.
They had long lived in the forest, it was their pride and their soul, and watching it wither for years had been a quiet sorrow they had all carried. But now, with life returning to their land, they felt at peace, like something lost had finally come home.
"Lena, you should remain here and keep a watch over our guest," Ancestor Gallier said next, his voice, for once, kind and respectful.
