As the world blurred and shifted around them, Jaegar and Felaern materialized before a sight that stole Jaegar's breath—a tree so immense, it defied all logic. The colossal trunk rose high into the heavens, its gnarled bark bearing deep grooves and ancient carvings that hinted at its unfathomable age. Its base stretched wider than a mammoth, and its canopy seemed to encompass the very sky, casting an eternal shade upon the ground below. The sheer enormity of the tree gave it an almost mythical presence, as though it had stood witness to the rise and fall of countless eras.
Felaern stepped forward, his demeanor calm and resolute. "This is our home, the heart of Autumnhold and the seat of my people's power," he said, glancing back at Jaegar, whose awe was evident.
"Come, we must ascend. My sister is waiting for us."
