After the old elf died, Usas immediately took over the offerings that had belonged to him. As an elven princess, Usas could also summon treants.
These offerings were exactly what the treants before them needed.
As soon as Usas received them, she began working with them on the platform the old elves had prepared.
Under Usas's offerings, several nearby trees slowly opened their eyes.
It took them quite a while to make out the Usas standing before them.
One of the trees said, "I was wondering why you lot were getting stranger and stranger. The last time you woke us, the elves were at least alive. Why are they all dead now?"
"We're outsiders: necrotic elves. This is a gift for you. May I ask what you're called, and what kind of pact you have with the elves here?"
Seeing that this was a conflict between elves, the treants had little desire to get involved. They had never heard of necrotic elves, but could tell at a glance that these elves were much like the original ones: their bodies had already become half-undead.
The treants disliked that, but there was nothing they could do to stop it. Rooted in this plane, they naturally knew what it was like. The elves weren't the only ones affected—even the treants themselves had been influenced by the plane's atmosphere, and their bodies had become heavily half-undead.
So they paid little attention to what was happening. As long as it didn't affect them, that was fine.
The treant leader looked at Usas. "Necrotic elves, is it? You already have a name for yourselves, so what do you plan to do now?"
"We'll take this plane. Those elves have no idea how powerful it is. This is another path for elves to transform. They still think