Several days had passed since the fall of Avenus.

Where once stood the proud heart of elven civilization, now only ash remained. The skies were painted in blood-red clouds, the sun swallowed by miasma. Crooked towers leaned like broken teeth, and the Tree of Life had long since burned to its roots.

Among the ruins, a pair of human scavengers picked through the wreckage.

“Do you hear that?” the woman whispered.

Her partner nodded and shoved away a pile of cracked stone. Beneath it—wrapped in half-burned cloth—was a baby. Small, glowing faintly. An elven child.

“She’s… alive.”

“A baby?” the man muttered. “Elves don’t survive this long. We could get rich selling her to the nobles—”

“No!” she held the child close, arms trembling. “Look at her. She’s just a baby. We can’t.”

“We’ll be executed if the demon patrols catch us hiding an elf.”

“I don’t care.”

Where once stood the proud heart of elven civilization, now only ash remained. The skies bled red, shrouded in miasma. The sun no longer shone—swallowed by darkness. Crooked towers leaned like broken teeth. And Yggdrasil, the sacred Tree of Life, was nothing more than blackened roots buried in scorched earth.

Among the ruins, two human scavengers crept through the rubble, muffling their steps. The woman, wrapped in a patched cloak, paused.

“…Did you hear that?” she whispered.

Her partner, taller and wary, glanced toward the rubble. “Probably just the wind. Or rats.”

But she moved anyway, digging with bare hands until her fingers scraped burnt stone. Then—

A cry. Weak. Fragile.

They froze.

She tore aside the last layer of soot-covered cloth. Beneath it lay a baby, no more than a few days old, glowing faintly with magic—a newborn elf.

The woman gasped. “She’s alive.”

“A baby?” the man muttered, stunned. “Elves don’t survive this long. We could… we could sell her. Nobles pay fortunes for something this rare. A pureblood elf? Especially now?”

She flinched, holding the child close. “No. Look at her. She's just a baby. I'm not selling her.”

“You want to keep her? We’ll be hunted. If the demon patrols catch us—”

“I don’t care.” Her arms tightened. “I’m not letting her die.”

He looked into the child’s eyes—soft, luminous, and impossibly innocent.

“…She has her mother’s eyes,” he murmured.

A long pause. Then he nodded.

“Alright. But if we’re doing this—we need to disappear.”

Far beyond the city’s edge, hidden deep within the ruins of forgotten forests, stood a ring of stone pillars—what remained of an ancient sanctuary. Magic still lingered here. Strong. Protective.

Within its heart, the witches gathered.

Satori stirred from meditation, her senses pulling toward something… distant. A pulse. A fragile heartbeat.

“Marilee,” she whispered. “Someone’s coming.”

Moments later, a portal bloomed in the air, light humming through the sanctuary.

A ragged couple emerged, breathless, soot-covered, clutching a cloth-wrapped bundle.

“We found her,” the woman gasped. “In the ruins of Avenus. She was the only one left.”

Who are you how do you get here. A  female scavenger hand her a pill of cloth she carrier to satori

Satori stepped forward and gently unwrapped the bundle. Her silver eyes widened as the baby looked up at her.

“A elven chi.d ,” she breathed. “She survived?”

Marilee moved closer, her gaze soft with sorrow and awe.

“She’s not just a survivor,” Marilee whispered. “She’s a spark. A seed of what was lost.”

Marilee speak to couple with simple question

“You two,” she said, voice cool. “You risked death to bring her here. Why?”

The man swallowed. “We didn’t plan it. We just… couldn’t leave her there. We couldn’t be like the rest.”

The witch raised an eyebrow. “Why you fish your life bring her to us” you know how dangerou Witch like us could be

The woman bowed her head. “All I need is a vergence for my daughter .And I wil

 give you this. elven baby you can do what ever you want with her.

A witch glare  at them you want us to avenge her But the price will be high considering this in mind

Now hand over the baby

A murmur passed through the circle of witches.

One stepped forward.

A male scavenger “Do you understand what you’re offering?” she asked. “A deal with witches comes with cost. If you break the vow—your soul may not be yours to keep.”

The man didn’t flinch.

A female scavenger said “Then take it. My soul. If that’s the price. But let her live.”

Satori looked between them. Then down at the child again, whose tiny fingers curled around hers.

“She’s already chosen,” Satori said quietly.

Marilee nodded. “She’s ours now.”

 We'llprotect her,Teach her,Give her a future.”

So what your deal of revenge  kill duchess Samantha she da human trafficking  sell young lady to lustfull noble kill them and this baby is your