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The lands of the Elves. Not far from Glengahr were the eternally green and beautiful forests of the Elves. By chance, it was through these lands that Albin's path led, specifically to the grove where he was headed and where he ruled, Hilael. For many centuries, the Elves had carefully protected the forest. They cherish every leaf on a tree, every bee that pollinates the flowers. Everything that grows on the land is sacred to the Elves. Even the most withered trees, which are often found in the lifeless and barren lands of the Necromancers, the Elves can bring back to life. For Silanna, nothing is impossible for her loyal servants of the forest. Silanna can revive any dead tree, any flower, and even a bee. But the Elves must carefully protect the forest and all its inhabitants, so as not to anger Mother Earth. However, the Elves have never been able to merge with the forest in perfect harmony and exist as a single entity. The reason for this is war. War has taken root in these lands for a long time. Although the demon lord was defeated long ago, and his ring shattered, the Elves could not feel completely safe. There were constant conflicts with other races. Everyone needs wood, but the Elves will never allow the forest to be cut down. This has led to endless conflicts, and sometimes even armed clashes, between the peaceful inhabitants of the forest and other races. It was in these difficult conditions that the Elves created schools of combat sword dancing. The need for this arose when it became clear that while Elven archers, renowned for their unparalleled accuracy and unexpected shots, attack from a distance, someone must fight in close combat, otherwise there was a great risk of destroying the already small army of archers. Of course, the Elven forces have Ents and Unicorns, but these are inhabitants of the forest, children of Silanna, whom the forest Elves have sworn to protect to the last drop of blood. And therefore, they resort to their help very rarely, only when the forest is in mortal danger. And if their dark brethren were ruled by seductive and cruel Shadow Witches, then the inhabitants of the forest preferred to rely on the wise and battle-hardened Druids of the forest. These are the just and devoted servants of Silanna, the goddess, mother of the earth. But recently, a battle with the undead took place in the grove. The battle was short, but extremely fierce and bloody. While the council of druids, led by Hilael, discussed what had happened with the other guardians, a quiet conversation about what had happened was also taking place among the students of the combat sword dancing school. Everyone was shocked by what had happened and put forward their own versions of what had happened. But among the other students, one Elf stood out. He remained silent throughout the conversation, only quietly listening to the various versions offered by the speakers. This Elf's name was Silbern. Silbern was an extraordinary student. From his first year of training, he distinguished himself by his perseverance and determination in learning the complex and graceful technique of combat sword dancing. He was of average height, somewhere between 170cm and 185cm. He was slender and strong, perhaps some would consider him handsome. His long, waist-length white hair, as is customary for military dancers, was braided into a braid. However, his bangs fell over his young and daring face, eager for adventure. A small string with a silver leaf was tied to a strand of hair above his left eye. A small emerald, like a drop of dew on a flower, adorned this leaf. This was the only thing that reminded him of his parents, who died prematurely when pirates attacked their ship. He was at home with his grandfather at the time. His grandfather was once a famous archer and therefore taught his grandson to wield Elven bows quite well. But his grandson preferred to master the beautiful Elven sword dance rather than simply master the bow. Now, Silbern was no less shocked than the others by what had happened. The battle took place right near Hilael's palace, which was located in the very depths of the grove. This suggests that the enemy had advanced very far. The losses were enormous. About 30 archers, just over two dozen sword dancers, and about two dozen fairies and dryads perished. In addition, an Ent, which stood in the way of the undead, was destroyed. Two creatures and a dozen and a half zombies hacked him to pieces. In addition, something happened that drove all the Elves into a rage – one of the Unicorns was killed. The Elves revere Unicorns as sacred animals. They believe that the Elven race will exist as long as at least one Unicorn lives, and therefore the killing of a Unicorn is considered the most terrible crime against their people and their goddess, Silanna. In addition, two druids and one elder druid died, which made the entire forest people seriously think. The undead's losses were almost three times greater, but they are dead, and they can be raised from the fallen living, and the very fact of their invasion was perplexing. Their goals and intentions were completely unclear.