Lake, thick fog, silence, these words combined make one feel that this is the perfect setting for the new location of "Thirteenth Friday."
But when the singing of a few green-haired elves echoes in the air, any trace of horror is completely dissipated.
The ethereal ballads waft through the moist air of Lake Lienia, and closing your eyes, you can almost imagine a lush green forest.
When these elves get serious, they really fit the image of the beautiful, elegant natural avatars depicted in fantasy literature. Every conceivable adjective for "beauty" could be applied to them.
In the forest, we can hear the calls of various animals: parrots here, sparrows there, and even the cawing crows.
Crows?
"Caw-caw, ah! Why did you hit me?!"
The jarring cawing abruptly stops, and the cool elf Kunan clutches his smoky head, clearly aggrieved.
"Everyone is singing nicely, and you deliberately make a mess of it," said Merca, retracting her hand. "There are no crows in Elf Forest."
