Orion turned, his attention fixed on the newly updated map of the Forest of Nature.
The Stillness was situated in the north, a considerable distance from the Wood Elves' former heartland. He pointed to the dense, central region of the forest.
"According to your intelligence, this was your people's core territory," he stated, his finger tracing the borders. "The ancestral home of the Wood Elf race, and the place where the Tree of Life lies in its self-imposed slumber."
He looked up at them. "Tangere's scouts have already reached the perimeter. It won't be long before this entire area is absorbed into my territory and falls under the administration of The Stillness." His expression became analytical. "Aerin, Xylia, I've spent the last few days studying the histories you provided. Theoretically, your race should not be this weak."
