The Birth of the Elf Sage

The Red Dragon behind him seemed to be pursuing him, the scent of death drawing ever closer. Only when he was completely exhausted was the Red Dragon stopped by the Elf race's barrier.

"Are dragons really that impossible to defeat?" The elven mage panted, feeling the protected air within the Forest of Elves rush into his lungs. He turned back and looked at the beast watching him from beyond the barrier.

This was a dragon, the race on the continent whose combat power came closest to that of the gods.

After several failed attempts to break through the barrier, the Red Dragon prepared to turn and leave.

Watching his enemy's retreating back, bloody tears streamed from the mage's eyes.

"Damn it!!!"

"As long as I can take revenge on that bastard, I can accept any price!"

The Red Dragon's disdainful gaze pierced the elven mage's heart. His pride as a member of an ancient race had been crushed by the purest violence, leaving nothing but hatred in his heart.

"Peace! It simply doesn't exist." The mage's clenched fist struck the ground. Perhaps the most steadfast war faction within the race had been right—perhaps they should have completely destroyed the human empire.

That human emperor had changed far too much. That man called Carlos was simply not someone they could coexist with peacefully.

The noon sun compressed his shadow into a single point, yet he could not feel the slightest warmth of spring. The chill throughout his body and the hatred burning painfully in his lungs nearly drove him mad.

Before this happened, he had always been a pacifist. He had firmly believed that the Elf race could coexist peacefully with humans, and it was precisely because of that belief that they had gone to the human world.

Yet before they