Later that day, the grand forest of the Southern Light-Elven kingdom of Alfheim was all beyond and above beauty. The lights hanging from the trees with stairs spiraling the tall stems, all the way up to the canopy. Even the color around them seemed to be glowing bright in a pearly blue-white.



There were indeed Elven beings roaming about, but mostly up where the trees served as quarters and other settings. With their creamy pale skin and long gold-silver hair, the Light Elves were called the "realm angels" for a reason. It was all peaceful, radiant, and calm within their surroundings. From trees, they could hear the laments from the harmonic voices of those angels.