105 The Tree of Life!

Bruce cast a thoughtful gaze upon Weima, a hybrid dragoness of unique lineage, her presence a mosaic of complexity and intrigue. "Come, Miss Weima," he intoned, his voice a deep melody of determination and newfound ability. "With the mastery of my transformation technique at hand, the time has come for us to parley with the elves concerning our alliance."

Weima, understanding the gravity of their mission, nodded. The duo, resuming their majestic dragon forms, unfurled their wings with a flourish and ascended from Weima's lair. Together, they coursed through the heavens, bound for the elven lands.

Their journey was filled with the exchange of thoughts and laughter, swiftly bringing them to the borders of the elven domain. Below them stretched an expanse of emerald, at the heart of which towered a colossal tree. Its massive trunk rose hundreds of meters into the sky, a sentinel over the verdant realm.