Midnight Chains: a Dark Elf's Possessive Love
The air felt different: cooler, damper, with an unfamiliar scent of pine and moss that didn't match the deciduous forests surrounding the Greenways.
Carefully, Patrina pushed aside the canvas, wincing as her muscles protested the movement. Above her, a canopy of dense evergreen branches filtered weak sunlight through needles that dripped with constant moisture. This was no Wood Elven territory with its golden-leaved forests and open groves. A cold realization settled in her stomach as she spotted blue glowstones hanging from branches along the roadside, marker lights used only in one region.
"Nidelvia," she whispered, her mind confirming what her instincts already feared. The Land of the Dar
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