Chapter 95 - Chapter 95: The Trap is Set

Night in Elarwyn was traditionally a symphony of tranquility. Usually, the great boughs of the city would be filled with the soft, melodic whistling of the wind passing through the leaves, accompanied by the gentle, rhythmic pulsing of Light-Bloom clusters that offered a sedative glow to the weary citizens. But tonight, that peace felt brittle—a hollow, artificial silence. Elarwyn was holding its breath. The groans of the tree, which had been loud and visceral, had subsided into a series of faint, high-frequency hisses. It was an ominous sign; the ancient giant was losing the strength even to scream. The black venom was systematically clogging its lifeblood.