Not all elves agreed with the war. When the Council of Silvermoor decreed the assault on the Salanaar, a growing number of dissenting voices rose from within their own ranks—scholars, druids, and archmages who believed the attack was not only dishonorable, but a betrayal of what made the elven race great: their pursuit of knowledge through harmony, not conquest.

These dissenters abandoned the cities of silver spires and crystal towers and sought refuge deep within the ancient forests, far from the arcane halls of Silvermoor. There, among towering trees and untouched groves, they founded a new civilization—Evergreen.

They took with them the last gifts of their Guardian: living gems infused with divine essence, capable of amplifying magic even beyond the Guardian’s range. These Verdant Stones, once used for research and city enchantments, became the core of their new way of life. With their power, the Evergreen Elves shaped their homes not from stone, but from living trees, merging magic and nature into a single, breathing whole.

As Where the elves of Silvermoor pursued mastery over magic and the manipulation of arcane forces, the Evergreen Elves sought balance, becoming stewards of the wild rather than rulers of it. They learned to weave their spells through root and leaf, drawing power from the forest itself. Their mages became sylvan sages, blending druidic tradition with ancient arcana.



They saw the war as a curse of arrogance, a moment in history where their people were blinded by envy rather than inspired by wisdom. And so they vowed not to seek dominance, but restoration. While their cousins in Silvermoor tore through the world in search of secrets, the Evergreen Elves listened to the land and became part of it.

But despite their seclusion, the Evergreen Elves never abandoned their connection to the Guardian. Every tree they sing into shape, every ritual they perform, is done with the guidance of the Verdant Stones, which pulse softly with the echo of the Guardian’s magic. Though distant from the core, the Guardian still whispers through root and soil, and the Evergreen Elves remain attentive.

Now, as the world fractures once more and the echoes of the ancient sins stir again, the Evergreen Elves look beyond their canopy with cautious eyes. They remember the lessons of the past, and though their spears rest among the branches and their arrows sleep in bark-covered quivers, they will not be taken by surprise again.

If the sins return, the forest will remember. And the Evergreen Elves—those who walked away from conquest to become keepers of balance—will rise to defend it.