Since Kai hadn't returned by six, I had no choice but to head to Eldarf myself. I teleported as close as I could—to the forest's edge—and then continued on foot. No magical device works inside Eldarf; the security barrier woven through the ancient trees ensures the safety of its inhabitants. It's a sacred haven, untouched by the outside world.
The scent of moss and the soft whisper of leaves welcomed me as I stepped past the perimeter. After a short walk, I emerged into a clearing where a grand manor stood at its heart—built from polished whitewood and ancient stones, a beautiful fusion of Elven grace and Dwarven sturdiness. Like always, the moment I stepped into the clearing, I felt it—the ripple of awareness.
They sensed me.
The manor's doors burst open as Elves and Dwarves of all ages came pouring out, their faces alight with joy.
"Master!"
"Wow, he really came!"
"Master came!"
