Several minutes prior in East Genora stood a giant tree, close to the epicenter of the continent.
Her body was of a much greater magnitude than even that of Mother Alicia.
Her giant trunk comprised dark wood bark, while the countless super-giant leaves hanging from her enormous branches were even darker.
In the darkness of the night sky, her presence was chillingly ominous to all those who beheld her.
She was Mother Mara of the light elves, one of the original and elder Mothers of Nature of East Genoran Elven Civilization.
The enlarged, giant forests around her were eerily empty.
There were no chirping birds.
No animals.
Not even the whistles of crickets.
It was simply empty.
Devoid of fauna.
Devoid of activity.
It was perilously chilling.
Even more so in the darkness of night, where one couldn't see anything.
WHOOSH…
Cold winds washed across the entire forest, gently swaying branches as their rustling leaves whispered in the wind.
