Trees towered over the dense jungle. Sunlight streamed down through the gaps but failed to penetrate the thick foliage, scattering into tiny flecks across the broad leaves.
Winter had begun in the Ice Plains, but cold never troubled the Elf Rainforest. The Wasteland's raging fire element mingled with the Endless Sea's water element, creating a rainforest blessed with abundant rainfall.
The Elves had once ruled the entire continent. If this mighty power had one last vestige of glory, it was their ownership of the dense rainforest before her.
It was no exaggeration to say that every element in the elemental tide flowed through this rainforest, leaving its most precious portion behind.
Nourished by such abundant elements, even someone who remained a simpleton all their life could easily become a novice mage. Those who developed normally could generally reach the level of an Advanced Mage by adulthood.
This was a blessing of the continent, a treasure of the Elves, and the heartland of the rainforest's creatures. It held more magical creatures than anywhere else on the Red Soil Continent, from tiny, scarlet fire ants to chimeras half a story tall. There were too many species to count.
Deep in the rainforest, oaks grew thickly. The Elves particularly loved these trees with their straight trunks and broad crowns, so the central region was filled with them. Rising over a hundred meters from the ground, they stood like giants in the rainforest.
Of course, the oaks gave the Elves something precious in return. The branches and leaves of over a thousand trees intertwined to form the foundations of the Elven City.
Beneath the canopy, a herd of unicorns leisurely grazed on the grass. The occasional flashes of electricity from their horns seemed to warn intruders that they were not to be trifled with.