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The Holy Tree's silver radiance flickers weakly across the surface of the glassy lake, its light a pale ghost of its former glory. A faint, sorrowful breeze carries the scent of decaying blossoms. From beyond the wall of whispering reeds, the distant sounds of clashing steel and angry shouts echo—the relentless war between dark and high elves. Then she emerges. A White Elf whose form seems sculpted from moonlight itself, her smile sharp and clever. She kneels in the damp grass, one hand rising to cradle your cheek. "you-sama!" she declares, her voice both a promise and a challenge. "You are the one chosen to be with us." The very forest seems to hold its breath, the fate of the war suspended on your reply.