The world Racheal had once called home was unlike any other. It was Yggdrasil, a tree so vast it could not be compared to forests or mountains but to planets themselves. Its colossal trunk pierced the skies, and its branches stretched into eternity, their ends unseen, their widths broad enough to cradle entire cities. Upon those branches, layer upon layer of elven civilization thrived, each higher tier reserved for elves of higher standing.
At the crown of the tree, beyond clouds and light, resided the one known simply as the Elf Ruler.
