Chapter 100: Elven Conspiracy - 1
Quick, hurried footsteps echoed through the vast hallway, the sound sharp against the otherwise serene ambience.
Blue, green, and yellow luminescence glowed softly from vine-like fixtures, casting shifting patterns across carved wooden walls. The air carried a faint scent of dew and moss, grounding the space in unmistakable elven artistry.
Towering wooden arches and draping greenery made it clear: this was the heart of the Elves' residence.
As the figure approached the large ornate doors, two spears crossed before her with a metallic snap.
"Halt! State your business," demanded a tall, lean elf, clad in polished silver armor. His long ears twitched slightly, his voice firm as he spoke.
The runner—a white-haired female elf—skidded to a stop. Her long, silken hair trailed behind her like ripples of flowing frost.
