Meanwhile, on the other side of the quadrant on New Sparta…
In a mystical dreamscape filled with tall towering trees, was a village of Elves. Their houses were perched atop these trees, with multiple vine bridges and overpasses connecting to each other.
A group of Elves were currently sitting on one of the largest bridges connecting two opposite sides of the forest together, holding their bows and pulling its string taut.
Then, they released it, shooting their arrows at the hay target below. Upon being struck, the hay bale suddenly exploded into a flurry of colorful powder of smoke that billowed out into the air like a volcanic eruption.
What followed after that was the harmonious sounds of zithers being played from somewhere inside the forest. The thick and dense foliage bounced these pleasurable sounds, making it seem ethereal and coming from the gods themselves.
"WE WELCOME YOU BACK, LADY FARREN!"
