Chapter 120: The Clan's Centennial Transformation

Eternal Hall, eastern annex.

The spacious hall was brightly lit.

Seven or eight rattan tables were scattered about, their surfaces piled high with sheepskin paper scrolls and folders. Dense text and numbers snaked across the paper like ants.

A dozen or so young Elves were buried in their work at their desks. Quill pens rustled across paper. Occasionally, someone would pause, frown, and search through the materials beside them, or whisper a question to the person at the next table.

This was one of the offices where the Clan handled its daily affairs.

Eleanor sat behind a desk by the window in the far back, a thick stack of documents also piled in front of her.

She held a quill pen, her head lowered as she wrote on a piece of sheepskin paper. Her emerald-green hair was tied back in a neat ponytail with a silver thread. A few stray strands fell by her ear, softening the focused line of her profile.