[Leif's POV—Elf Village—Continuation]
The panic rolled through the elves like wildfire—sharp breaths, frantic whispers, and footsteps scattering across trembling roots.
The Tree of Life… heartless.
Alvar stepped closer to me, voice low. "If the Heart is gone… the Tree won't survive long, will it?"
"No," The head elf whispered. "Days. Maybe weeks."
A choked sob escaped Thalion as he clung to Eryndor. "Ery...what do we do?"
Eryndor patted his back. "Alright...calm down; we will come up with a solution."
Why do they seem so close?
Anyway, all the usually stoic elves looked ready to crumble like brittle leaves.
Lyrathiel—the Elf Head—forced himself to speak, though his voice trembled. "The village is shielded from humans… from monsters. But dwarves, mages, and creatures born from nature… the seal cannot hide us from them."
"So someone who understands magic," Alvar murmured, frowning. "And someone bold enough to trespass into an elven sanctuary did this."
