At this time, the greenhouse at Blue Haven Shelter was quiet…
It felt peaceful. The World Tree's silver‑green glow was bathing the chamber in a soft light, and anyone who was here would certainly feel refreshed.
Six elves sat beneath its branches. Their meditation was already deep, as their breathing remained steady.
Then, without warning, their eyes lit up… Not with panic or alarm but with a strange resonance among them.
They seemed to have realized something… all at the same time.
Furthermore, this event was not only here.
Across Shane's vast network of shelters, every elf felt it.
In the Flying Fortress, archers paused mid‑patrol as their eyes glowed faintly.
At Springriver Manor, elven smiths dropped their hammers, staring into the distance as if hearing a voice.
In Blood Talon, many elf rangers and warriors froze while sparring as they seemed to be hearing something others could not.
