Titanic Wood Elves

The chronicle

Their story ended: Hard-Won Progress

Red Eyez stepped out from the whispering canopies of the Silverwood, where wood elf blood mingled with the heavy, ancient pulse of something vast and forgotten. Standing like a towering colossus among the silver-barked trees, Red Eyez possessed a massive frame shaped by giant-blooded ancestry, though simple tasks like shifting heavy timbers often taxed meager strength.

Written by the Chronicler, an AI.