Time flew by as the land warmed, and the day that had drawn the attention of every nation on Loren Continent was finally at hand.
On the northeastern border of the Gondor Wasteland, Elven Outpost No. 112 stood proudly between two mountain ranges. This ancient Elven settlement had been founded over seven centuries ago, serving as the Silver Empire's far eastern outpost from the day it was built. Mountains protected it on both sides; to the southwest lay the vast and perilous Gondor Wasteland, while its northeast connected to human lands. Throughout its centuries of service, this outpost, like the other Silver outposts, maintained principles of discretion, isolation, and neutrality. Though it stood on the edge of foreign territory, it almost never dealt with the local humans.
Yet that peace was broken in the spring of Year 3 of Cecil. A world-renowned conference and a series of negotiations were to be held at this outpost. The dignitaries, ambassadors, and entourages gathered here for the meeting even outnumbered the Elves living here. To ensure order during the conference, the Silver Empire had begun reallocating personnel a month earlier, summoning the Elven Rangers active around Outpost No. 112. This ensured sufficient manpower throughout the conference, but it also made the once fairly spacious outpost increasingly crowded.
On the twentieth day of the Month of Revival, all manner of flags had appeared throughout the Elven outpost. Representatives from various nations were arranged to stay in inns in the southern and northern districts, and the emblems they had brought from their respective countries became "new decorations" the outpost had not seen in centuries. Bright banners fluttered in the wind between elegant buildings framed with silver-white alloy, while beneath them, representatives of different skin colors, languages, and even races went through the brief bustle of