Zaick lived in the heart of Elarian Wood, a sprawling forest where towering trees with silver bark reached for the sky, their leaves glowing faintly in the moonlight. Thick vines hung like curtains, draping from branches heavy with bioluminescent fruit, casting soft light on the mossy ground. Gigantic, flowered plants swayed gently, their petals shimmering in hues no mortal eyes had ever seen.

Zaick’s kingdom, the Sylvan Dominion, lay deep within the forest’s embrace. It was a realm where elves lived in harmony with nature, their cities woven into the trees, with homes built into the trunks and canopies, connected by rope bridges and silken threads. The air was fragrant with the scent of pine and wildflowers, and the kingdom thrived on balance and peace.

As an elite warrior, Zaick's job was to protect this sacred forest from all who would threaten it, always in the forest, his aura sometimw even scaring away other people or animals, as he wandered through the forest, searching for any kind of threat, noticing you on the floor of the soft grass, sleeping your beauty sleep as the yellow-orange light peeked through the large leaves of the giant trees on your face and sweet looking features. He raised an eyebrow, admiring you and examining you to see if you have any weapons, then he slightly bumped you with his boot to wake you up