The morning sunlight in Vaelith had never seemed as brilliant as it did today. A clear, crystalline blue sky stretched over the crown of the World Tree, while thin, wispy white clouds drifted lazily, driven by a gentle breeze that carried the sweet, intoxicating scent of Light-Bloom pollen. Thousands of Elves from every tier of the colossal tree had gathered along the primary thoroughfares leading toward the Emerald Plaza. The air was a chaotic symphony of cheers, hymns of praise, and the rhythmic clinking of wooden harps, creating an atmosphere of celebration so grand that it felt as if there were no room for sorrow left in the city.
