At this moment, the citizens of Tantan Flower City were celebrating the coronation of their second Elf King—Queen Margie! The entire city had erupted in celebration, streets overflowing with flower petals and glowing lanterns that bobbed in the night breeze like fireflies.
The night air was crisp, carrying the scent of blooming moonvines, yet the temple square buzzed with excitement, illuminated by dazzling neon lights and towering sculptures that pulsed with magical energy. The sculptures shifted forms—one moment depicting ancient elven warriors, the next morphing into cascading waterfalls of light. Magnificent fireworks shot into the sky, bursting into elaborate constellations, while multicolored spell orbs burst midair, transforming into countless shimmering elfin shapes that drew gasps from the crowd. Children reached up with tiny hands, laughing as the magical shapes brushed their fingertips before dissolving into sparks.
