Chapitre 2622: Elven Customs (Part 2)

Once they landed, a series of powerful arrays cut off their escape routes, sealing the borders of Setraliie.

They were no different from the standard defense protocols of any major city of the Kingdom but Lith's paranoia bugged him to no end for it. He checked his armor's power core, then that his spell-holding rings were fully charged, and that War was hung to his hip before taking the next step.

Only then did he bother looking at the city and its inhabitants.

Setraliie reminded him of the plant folk city of Laruel since the dwelling of the elves hadn't been carved in the wood of the colossal trees so much as grown, yet at a second glance that was where the similarities ended.

Unlike Laurel, the trees were just regular plants altered with light magic. There was no World Sapling spreading their roots throughout the city and growing new buildings at a moment's notice.