Chapter 548 - The Holy Saintess of The Tree (1)

The Sacred Grove of Silvarion Thalor still dozed beneath early-morning haze, a hush so complete the world felt paused between two heart-beats. Dew hung like tiny diamonds on every fern; wisps of silver mist threaded lazily through the roots of titanic silverwood trees, their trunks wide as guard-towers and their leaves aglow with a soft lunar sheen. High overhead, branches intertwined to form a living cathedral, stray shafts of dawn pouring through the lattice and scattering coins of white-gold light across the moss.