Bab 814: Chapter 814 Tons of Supplies

As dawn's first light filtered through the dense canopy of the ancient forest, a soft knock at the door of the treehouse stirred Francus and Grigor from their slumber. Standing outside, bathed in the golden hue of the morning, was Anariel, her expression a mix of excitement and solemnity.

"It's time," she announced, her voice carrying the fresh, crisp air of the morning. "Today, you'll witness the essence of our lives here in the Silverleaf Covenant."

Francus was the first to rise, his curiosity piqued by the promise of exploring this elven domain further. Grigor, though slower to leave the comfort of his bed, shared his enthusiasm, his usual stoicism softened by the allure of the unknown.