The Eternal Forest was undoubtedly an ancient and mysterious realm. Since the Netheril era, this vast sea of emerald woods had existed at the southernmost edge of the Faerun plane. As the place with the highest concentration of Life Element in all Faerun, its greenery had long since spread together like spilled dye.
Up close, every tree in the forest grew lush and verdant, every patch of shade radiated soothing coolness, and wisps of mist drifted gently between the branches like white gauze. Bright sunlight filtered through layer upon layer of leaves like strands of golden sand, scattering across grass that carried the scent of earth.
It was precisely because of the sunlight's caress that countless varieties of fragrant flowers bloomed across the flourishing grasslands. As the breeze drifted by, the flowers periodically released tempting sweetness. Birds danced joyfully through the still, moist air of the forest, while the babbling sound of a clear spring lingered in the breeze. This enchanting scenery was truly a magnificent masterpiece, a splendid work of art.
This was the Eternal Forest, the outer territory of the Elven Royal Court and the largest, most orthodox elven kingdom in the entire Multiverse. The divine radiance of the Goddess of Life covered every corner of elven society, while the elemental fluctuations of the Tree of Life blanketed every inch of the vast forest. Although kindness and order had always been the prevailing themes here, conflict and intrigue did not diminish simply because the factions were fixed...
Of course, at least on the surface, the low-level elven professionals remained lively, cheerful, innocent, and carefree. The complicated shifts of power had little to do with the warriors at the bottom. Far from the center of conflict that was the Elven Royal Court, elven rangers and elven druids who joined