"Alright..." The trees' response was slow but powerful, swaying their bodies and creating a rustling sound. This was the communication of the forest, a language understood only by trees. With the help of the wind and the flow of water, the plea for help quickly spread through the forests of western Salantir, filling the air with rustling.
Caidi gently caressed the rough tree bark, expressing his gratitude through this gesture. Besides the elves, only trees on this continent possess eternal life, recording the passage of time with their roots, stems, and leaves, and bearing eternal friendships. Even the giant dragons do not have such an honor.
"What to do..." The trees asked the elf before them. Although they spoke extremely slowly, they quickly understood Caidi's words. Even if some parts needed repeating, the entire forest sprang into action, and the terrain was changing.
