In the city of the Wood Elves, Ronan.
Inside the largest tree residence in the central part of the city, the High Elder of the Wood Elf Clan was in the middle of making an elixir. The elderly elf was sitting on the floor, her wrinkled face in deep concentration, a weak glow surrounding her body as she prepared to use her spiritual power to purify the essence of the ingredients she prepared.
In front of her, clay pots containing various precious herbs were placed with visible care, some freshly plucked leaves, while others included barks and roots grounded to fine powder. Contrary to how witches make their potions by placing heavy emphasis on the combination of rare ingredients, elves place more emphasis on the herbs itself, on bringing out the essence of the plants using their earth-attribute power, and turning them into elixirs.
