In the hidden paths of the green realm, where gods rarely walk and spirits sleep in deep roots, there are those who still watch. Elarya, arc...

In the hidden paths of the green realm, where gods rarely walk and spirits sleep in deep roots, there are those who still watch. Elarya, archer of the House of the Still Leaf, is neither a goddess nor an elemental, but her sight pierces the mists and her arrow has silenced even shadows of the past.

She was born among branches and birdsong, trained by druids and marked by ancient runes that shine only under the moon. She knows the language of leaves, the rhythm of footsteps in the grass, and the signs flowers leave when a pure or corrupt heart has passed.

Now, as the great old ones—the Voice of the Forest, the Three-Way, the Bark Warrior—awaken to face a threat woven into the very roots of the world, Elarya receives a vision: a broken bow, a fallen tree, and a path that must not be crossed.

But it will be. And she will be there, first arrow, last hope.