Ithilien's fingertip unconsciously traced a path across the parchment as distant memories surfaced in her mind.
War Ancient Tree.
A high-level unit of the Elf Army. Each one required a long time and the tempering of war to cultivate, making every single one precious. Only the ancient Elves of the distant Ancient Tree Council could afford to raise them.
If one were to trace their origins, the Oak Guards of the Tree Spirit Territory could perhaps be considered descendants of the War Ancient Trees, separated by countless generations. Their potential was limited, and the chance of them transforming into an Extraordinary existence was minuscule.
However, after communicating with that group of wondrous Slimes and witnessing their strange Magic, a feeling began to stir within Ithilien.
'Perhaps there is more than one path to cultivating a high-level unit comparable to a War Ancient Tree, not just the one that follows ancient tradition.'
