A spark of madness.
That was all it took.
And it bloomed first in one corner of the Plane, dark and insidious, catching like fire on old parchment.
The Celestbone Stage High Elves surged forward, the runes along their limbs glowing a radiant gold-green.
Arrows formed in their hands, each one swirling with threads of condensed Primordial Energy, lines of Yggdrasilic glyphs weaving around their attacks.
They launched them in rapid succession, the arrows screaming through the air like thunder given form.
The moment the first volley neared the Lunaris Throne, a colossal illusion unfurled above the Capital.
A titanic silhouette of Yggdrasil bloomed into being, its glowing emerald branches stretching high above the clouds. It loomed over the city like an ancient guardian, roots spreading across the skyline. Its shimmering leaves rained down particles of Primordial Light, buffing the High Elves and bathing the battlefield in a holy, green-gold luster.
