[: 3rd POV :]
The aftermath of Caelira's return was not simply a shock through the Elven Continent
It was chaotic, the likes of which had not been felt since the First Root Wars.
The removal—and in some cases, the execution—of the Twelve Elder Councils was a proclamation louder than any horn.
It told the world one thing:
The Empress had returned and she had returned with no patience for rot.
Across the continent, the news spread like a wildfire carried on sacred wind.
In the capital city of Ilythariel, songs bloomed in the air as minstrels and street performers danced in celebration.
Petals of golden light fell from the enchanted trees, and even the sky above shimmered faintly with a warmth that hadn't been felt in decades.
"She's alive! The Mother of the Forest is truly alive!"
"Queen Caelira has returned to us—may the roots of the world rejoice!"
Elderly elves wept openly in public squares, clutching necklaces carved from the bark of the World Tree.
