Senril trees only grow in the western continent.
They're as symbolic to the west as cherry blossoms are to spring.
And Lunaria?
Lunaria sits far to the east, warm and humid—completely unsuitable for Senril trees.
Elena's brows knit together, confusion deepening.
"But then… where are we? And if that's not the World Tree of the elves, then what…?"
Her voice trailed off as she looked back up.
The gargantuan tree towered so high its peak vanished into the clouds.
Its presence alone felt ancient—sacred.
Powerful enough to make your breath catch.
The answer was simple.
"It's another World Tree," I said quietly. "One that exists in this world besides Eldrian."
Elena blinked. "Another…? But that can't be right. There's only one World Tree in existence—"
"That's what people think," I cut in. "Because that's all they've been told."
In truth, there are three.
The first—Regitera, growing in the frozen lands of the far north.
